Of all the Things in this World
I hate this Serenity
This Solitude
This Chaotic Peace
So Imaginary, Illusionary
Discriminatory.

Success relies so much on Love
And Love on Success.
It's Time to fight this Maddening Peace
And Quake these Walls with Righteous Fury.

No longer will Fear of this World Confine me,
But Fear itself will Drive me.
The Mundane will Shatter, the Normal Crumble
The Regular Fall, the Routine Stumble
As it's Crushed beneath my Feet.

A Fleeting Permanencey,
Evanescent Emotion
Haunts my Nightmares
And Every Waking Footsetp.

A Stormy Calm, a Mild Execution
Bloody Hands, used in Illusion.
Graceful Satisfaction; Tempermental Rage
In Lies written out on a Graceful Writer's Page.

Deranged Hallucinations
Of False, Pretentious Power
Blinding, Willful Ignorance
Binds the Soul, Never Setting Free.

In a World of Corruption,
A World of Serenity
Is Illusion.
An Elaborate Lie.
I see through the Hoax,
All the Pretending.
The Misguided doing the Misleading.

Tear away the Essence of Life,
Bleeing Ignorance upon the Floor.
Surreal and Vengeful
A Vendetta for Evermore.


-Copyright Dave Eden, 2007