Humans survive on the opium of hope.
-Napster
And now when she’s not here and all seems hollow,
I dwell upon the question of the breaths that we borrow,
Of all the things that do happen,
Of all the drops that our spirits dampen.
What lies within and what lies without?
Is the sorrow in our heart or is it all around?
Aren’t all the complexities present to hide the void simple?
Inspite of all we do isn’t death more nimble?
Doesn’t all the ruckus just try to hide the silence of doom?
Even though there are so many present am I not alone in this
big dark room?
All around my carcass lie the bodies with stench of lies,
They are just like me the devils with mouth full of flies,
Like ants building hills of sand which will wash away in the
rains of their urine,
However hard you try to scratch this floor eternal will stay
pristine.
So now I open my butelka of country wine,
Here is to all questions the answer most fine,
I don’t write for textbooks so this verse can’t misguide,
I fall back and let it flow for it’s in vain that we all fight.
I drink to stay sane
in this world of insanity.
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