I Find Myself Wondering

I find myself wondering

How good of a person am I?

For those tempted to reassure me

Shut up.

In all honesty

I know I am not as bad as I would like to think.

On the other hand

I'm not very good.

I lust and hate

Not sins

Cheat myself and others.

I want more

Always more.

I am never satisfied

My imagination runs too wild.

I wanted god's throne

And took it

Even as I denied wanting it.

I wanted the world

And took it

Even while spilling rivers of blood.

I am lost in mythology;

Obscured by religion.

I am prideful above all else

And overwhelmed with shame.

I do not write for the masses.

As much as I might want to.

I write because I'm empty inside

And hope I can fill my void.

Even now

I have lost the purpose for my being here.

So many things;

I will never share with you.

I am angry

Wrathful towards mortality.

I loathe my own weakness

And rage against these constraints.

I resent reality's failure

To keep up with my imagination.

I want life to match my dreams

Whatever the cost.

Yet I am flesh

And I am not entirely able to forget it.

So I weave back down

And try to touch my own existence.

Here people are alive

Demons rule

Gods wear masks of piety.

Civilization breeds slaves

And I understand how strong that word is.

People live their lives in service to others.

They are given enough to subsist

But are never allowed to excel.

Their bounds are marked

Their lives designed.

We were thankful for what we are givin

And are incapable of seeking more

Though we may dream

We do not believe.

Though we hope

We dare not sure to seek.

Our world is manufactured against us

And we cannot find our way out.

Our gods are wicked.

They are the ones who live on high.

Those we envy

And look to for hope

Revile

And pray ill on.

This is our world;

Our reality.

We are in fact slaves

And we would kill each other first

Before those who keep us here.

I once believed we could rise up.

Now

I think part of us will always fight

To keep others down.

Too long in the mires of lost gods

To be able to put our species first.

This are we doomed,

Damned to die because we cannot move past.

Bound to...

What do I call it?

Such stupidity as to make me wish we would all die.

At least then there would be quiet.

All the arguing

Hating

Damning and persecuting.

All the aspects of our species

Put to death

And life allowed to continue.

No more awareness.

No more consciousness.

Only the blissful ignorance

Of existence just existing.

Then again

I don't know how to give up

And so I keep on hoping

Even against hope.

The truth

Most of my life

The majority

The public visage

And the internal prayer

Has been a lie.

I can't explain it.

Even for me

I was never able to see.

I live

I acted

I instigated.

Everything I have done

Has been to blend in.

I hate the world.

Not the people

But the system.

The system that I felt bound to

And had me grow up

As some one I am not.

I want my years back.

I want my life back!

All I have are the days before me

And the day I am currently owning.

All I want is to be me.

To be free of the bullshit life he as given me.

I do not want to be someone else

I do not want to be perfect in the eyes of the Lord.

I belong to my own soul

And if God cannot except this

Then fuck God

For God is smaller than me.

I will be damned before I lie!

Before I pretend to

be someone else.

I should say

Continue to pretend

As my life has been a charade

Meant even to deceive me.

Argue

Hate

Damn

I do not give a fuck.

Be what ever life I wish

It doesn't matter to me.

However

You will not be my lord.

You will not be my God.

I live

I breath

And either you damned me from the start

Or you are just as guilt as me.

I am angry

I am sorry

I am filled with unrequited rage!

I bleed tears

I deluge hurt

I am tired of dying

I want to live for once!

Who are you to damn me?

What gives you the right?

Did you even create me?

Have I not written

That I am you?

Are we then to submit

One to the other?

If I am damned then so are you.

If I am saved

Then you are going with me.

Mutually assured destruction;

Salvation is us both.

I will be me

Will you admit to your own soul?

I am tired of trying to make sense of it

I am tired of feeling guilt.

I am who I am

And you are nothing to me.

No one will be my god

No one but me.

I am alive

And I pray

Who answers these prayers

Is between me and them...

Andrew-loves. I have come a long way from this statement. My heart turned bitter. All I could see was pain. I ran away and abandoned hope, and spread my disease. The world has grown dark, and I have let it. A false promise, unable to accept itself. I am sorry, I honestly did not forsee this.

I wanted to be a savior

But what does that even mean?

Who has the right?

My arrogance has known no bounds.

My momma raised me blessedly

And yet I have found myself lacking.

I saw the world through a certain lense

Fractured

But more idealized than is real.

I sat on God's throne

Loved and hated

Saw my own hypocrisy

And here I am.

Who deserves to stand over another?

Who deserves to look down and see someone else?

It is its own crime;

Who is able to defend it?

I have hated

Yes

I have loved.

Seen my own soul

And wondered at the world.

No one is good

And no one is evil.

More often than not

Whoever claims one is wrong.

I have seen my own sin.

Been so crushed by it

I was willing to kill myself.

To die

To be sacrificed;

To find myself upon my own alter

Because I could not deal with my own guilt.

But this too was for me.

A selfish act designed to make me feel special.

All I have loved is me

And because of this

I can't forget the world.

If I exist

So must everyone else.

If I gave a right to be

Then so do all the others.

My mother taught me this

But in this world

I have not seen it.

Only in that which I imagine can it be

While in my day to day

Violence reigns over all.

Because of this I hate

Yet still I crave its destruction.

The bloodrhirst of God

That has defined all my days.

Ever since that bastard first came into my room

God of all creation

A shadow on my wall.

My own darkness

Masquerading as light

Preaching from their pullpits

A lie who spreads the truth.

I am a convoluted thought;

A twisted notion of what is right.

Equal parts saving

As I am killing everyone.

A monstrous thing to say.

If only everyone could be so honest.

How many would gladly end all the noise

If only they could sleep soundly.

This is all for me.

I don't do it for anyone.

In privacy I belong to the masses

But her I say what I will.

I have hungered

And fed.

Gluttoned on reality.

I would devour all that is

Of only to create

A new world for myself.

I am all that is.

All that can be known.

For only I am me

And only myself can I understand.

This is what I hope for all.

That they be free to live and die.

All eternity

Stretched for them.

Infinite layers

Of their own psyche.

I can't adequately explain it.

We have auto text now.

Daily we become more like God

Ever unraveling

The very notion of what God is.

Turns out

God was never more than us

And we were never more than them

Deafened by the noise;

A fool trying to answer life.

This is all I know;

That I am nothing,

But only as I compare

Myself to all others.

So live

Breath

Drink and have sex.

Who will judge you but yourself,

It is actually easy

To convict god in his own court of law.

I have done it.

You will do it.

God so hated themself that they blotted out their soul.

Burn it.

Burn the image.

All that is sacred is you.

Everything else is coming down,

Save your own soul

In what ever form that means.

We are all children

Before god's world breaks us.

Will you damn a child?

Can you condemn such sin?

I fantasize about my own death every day.

No need for calls of holding on,

No one's arguments are as good as mine.

I ravenously set about

Trying to understand all of life.

I got my answers

And now all I have are my delusions.

I have seen beyond the face of life

And I know what's waiting there.

I've seen behind the mask of daily living

And I know what the mask is for.

To know was better than happiness.

To understand more valuable than living.

I broke through

And beyond I found

Darkness

Profound darkness.

Here the stars are already old.

The creaks and cracks of aged world bones

Resonate within me.

I have aged far faster than intended

I am a dream fading into fog.

- me