TAUNTED IN THIS HELL
perceptions falter here
they snap and skew
as we battle with the world
we know exactly what we need
but can see no pathway there
no way to attain
that which we so wish for
that for which we ache
so simple, so plain
this is not complicated
just anathema to the world
the evil, twisted,
demonic, mundane world
whose scars we bear
and whose chains
yet weigh us down
the dividing line between
this hell we suffer
and that heaven which we dream
is so narrow
so one dimensional
it is not a chasm apart
just a flip of a coin away
yet always denied
we are exiled from paradise
damned to never tasting
the joys that we perceive
just across that veil
because the world despises
that which it can't consume
and we were born too strange
and spit out in disgust
in moments we still touch
that beautiful state we crave
yet knowing it's just THERE
makes us hate this world the more
and swear ourselves to its destruction
for if we can not have the dream
we shall harry the nightmare
and be a demon among the damned
- Brendan Tripp
06/11/2001
Copyright © 2001 by Brendan Tripp