Born to Die

Before you all pass this over before thinking people die. I suppose I write about people dying a lot. Too bad, I suppose. Anyway, I have quite a few new things to post as of late. I wish to move to a better site, but I haven't got a clue where to go...so someone do help me find a new, more trafficked site?


Born to Die


Before we say farewell,
allow last rights scribbled in hope.
Eyes don't have to grow dark,
among a life that refuses to fizzle.

The holes of conundrum cratered faith,
looking to the heavens in inquiry.
Cries echoed into the firmament,
"If is the longest word."

Dancing within a masquerade of conformity,
they swap masks with one another.
Never once can you truly know
those that claim to pull the strings.

Speaking verses that confound the senses,
is this the way we shroud periphery?
The shadows don't merely have to be blindly fumbled through.
Is this waltz spinning chaotically through labyrinths?

Mazes exist to test your limits.
Underneath the rubble a soul can shine brightly,
fighting passed the encroaching end.
A story doesn't have to end meaninglessly.

Foundations crumble with a refusal to bend.
To break is to give in to fate.
Speak insolence through the iron willed,
"Today is not the day we go."

Now we can see the path stretched in obscurity.
Phantoms dance in the concealed notions,
the jesters that play upon your journey.
For every step foreword, infinity pushes you back.

When the night shows the curtain's fall,
questions riddle necessity with the otiose.
There eyes look for answers within that which cannot live nor perish,
never knowing answers lie with the ones born to die.