I can't focus on anything
Visions of blurred realities refusing to solidify
Amorphous renditions of Destiny
To what deity do I owe this discomfort
To what ends must I go to be free from this agony
Unreachable goals and unforeseen foes
Folly of mankind, spiraling towards an everlasting descent into madness.
Brain broken, words frozen
chipping my soul away
wishing for salvation
damnation stains my hands
Drifting further and further.
The sirens hidden in my darkness
Beckoning me like a current to my demise
No sunrise only suns setting
Beauty fades to nothing but cold melancholy.
I'm afraid that I'm nothing,
Or worse, nothing special.
No purpose
No reason
Mediocrity defined.
With nothing, as I have
I can obtain everything I am meant to obtain
What is destined, What is gained
Do we hold our destiny in our own mortal grasp
Or is it conceit of man to believe that our efforts can change the preordained
About the Creator
Pablo Falcon
I'm pablo! I'm an avid sci-fi/fantasy nerd. I watch a bunch of anime and listen to a ton of different music. I'm writing to help address the issues that dwell in my nightmares and dreams.
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