The Conflict
My eyes can't hide the conflict,
that's destroying all that I am.
Deep down there lays a new creation,
the heart of the machine.
Faces blur,
into pale memories.
Voices become silent,
deaf and meaningless.
Will you be saved when it's all over?
Or cast far away, into oblivion?
I am a slave to duality,
divided by an ocean of doubt.
The price you pay for destroying the dream,
makes a nightmare seem benevolent.
Fear me, I have no purpose and there is no meaning
to this maze.
Hear this, burn all your wishes, accept the horror of the wake.
Your too Late,
I'm killing the dream, wide awake,
I'm tearing the hope of a child inside of me.
Death comes late.