A Synthetic Soul
Into the Abyss
There was a dream of the life I wished to live.
But I guess that wasn't meant to be.
Passing through this world and what's left of the memories.
But even those things will die in a few generations.
Lost to the constant stream.
Washing away everything.
The incessant endeavour,
for all the illusive things.
Like wrapping your fingers around the breeze.
Everything packed in your pockets, you will never keep.
Passion, emotion, the moments unspoken.
The dust awoken, the horror not knowing;
The mystique held by tomorrow.
Such stupor and solace.
Intrigue, feverish dreams.
A thirsty mind's altered logic.
The meeting of opposites, collisions of two bodies.
Defeating all obstacles. Screaming, proceeding.
The slumber is a promise assured to astonish.
Marvel the eclipse. The savory. The salted.
The experience of a day proving to be prosperous.
From legacy to anonymous.
Wisperings and little words that lead beings to trust.
Bewildering people still in search of love without luck.
Climbing or crawling.
The big things and the smalls ones, tethered to the effect or the causes.
Eyes reflecting and lawless.
The sunset, briefly pausing.
Passing into the abyss.
Understanding that in 20 years you won't even be missed.
But I guess that wasn't meant to be.
Passing through this world and what's left of the memories.
But even those things will die in a few generations.
Lost to the constant stream.
Washing away everything.
The incessant endeavour,
for all the illusive things.
Like wrapping your fingers around the breeze.
Everything packed in your pockets, you will never keep.
Passion, emotion, the moments unspoken.
The dust awoken, the horror not knowing;
The mystique held by tomorrow.
Such stupor and solace.
Intrigue, feverish dreams.
A thirsty mind's altered logic.
The meeting of opposites, collisions of two bodies.
Defeating all obstacles. Screaming, proceeding.
The slumber is a promise assured to astonish.
Marvel the eclipse. The savory. The salted.
The experience of a day proving to be prosperous.
From legacy to anonymous.
Wisperings and little words that lead beings to trust.
Bewildering people still in search of love without luck.
Climbing or crawling.
The big things and the smalls ones, tethered to the effect or the causes.
Eyes reflecting and lawless.
The sunset, briefly pausing.
Passing into the abyss.
Understanding that in 20 years you won't even be missed.