THE POINT OF FOUL DESCENT
the structure of delusion
and matrix of deceit
we peel back layers
but each new form
is as artificial as before
where is the real face
behind the facade
the truth in the visage?
we are broken
and unwhole
we are fractured
into useless shards
piled as refuse
in the ruins of our life
the hollow emptiness
of a destroyed world
we are left
with the faintest dreams
the most pitiful scraps
of what was will
and raw desire
these drive us not
but keeps us locked
into the deepest rut
so much toil
fills these days
so much striving
but for what?
all our acts
are pointless
all our trials
build naught
future visions
have the nightmare taint
we see chaos
madness and pain
is there nothing
in this world
which can be had
without our demise?
- Brendan Tripp
05/04/2001
Copyright © 2001 by Brendan Tripp
