Tragedy of ExistenceThe world is but a playTragedy of Existence by Elendurwen
Exercised by random
A dance of the untamed
People being tossed about
In determined chaos
By delusions of control
The biomechanical minds
Inventors of meaning
The abusers of time
Billions of egocentric
We crawl like animals
With eyes full of dust
Everyone a falling star
In Tragedy of existence
PainNothing seems realPain by Elendurwen
In this sea of static
Horrors keep pounding on
My vacuum of expectation
Signals of monstrosity
Untouched and undiscovered
My essence of impurity
I'll split my veins apart
To make myself feel anything
I'll shred the world to bits
In search for the unreal
Innocence and violence
Mix together boiling
Droplets of blood cry
In their silent resistance
Against darkness around
Against threats unseen
In this world of madness
And deadly inevitability
In this sterile reality
I float unaffected
I need pain to acknowledge
My elusive existence
ShatteredIf I found you, on your knees,Shattered by Springfallendeer
trying desperately to collect the shattered pieces of your heart-
I would kneel beside you and help you pick them up.
I would not cast a blind eye,
and pretend I had not seen you.
If I saw that your hands had been cut,
by the very shards of hope you were trying so hard to gather-
I would take your hands in mine, and hold them until the pain subsided.
Then I would kiss every wound- no matter how big or how small,
until I was sure you would be able to use your hands again.
If you were crying from the fear that you'd never be able to pick up everything,
I would hold you until your tears stopped, and I would comfort you with gentle words.
But I would not lie to you- I would never lie.
The heart is a frail thing- once shattered, it can never be fully repaired.
Parts will remain missing, and the mended hope will always bear cracks.
If we found that we'd gathered all that we were able,
and that there were a fine powder remaining of what we could not collect.