Engulfed in the thrall of perception
Shackled by the addiction
to outside forces; self deception
Ambushed by unfettered mass affliction
from every direction
until the war becomes internal.
Dig a tunnel and it caves.
A wall too high to scale.
Live out the days; dig your own graves
Crave thirstily the unholy grail
filled with salt water as your reward
from the overlords of the infernal.
Running faster, jumping higher
Never get ahead.
Gather brush, light the pyre.
Perhaps fire can destroy the dread
that haunts day and night, paralyzing the senses
The only escape must be death.
This tunnel has no light.
Longing for that final breath.
Fatigued from a constant fight
in the face of hypocritical demoralizing pretenses
This, surely is not, how life was meant to be.