State of the Union

"State of the Union"

My vision is my own…I think
Or maybe it is shared by many
Who am I to tell
It’s different though
That I am sure of
A world so empty, but yet so rich in spirit
It’s a quiet road with no other cars
Slicing through the night air
With a headlight peering off into the eternal blackness
As the rain builds on the windshield

A life less then a whole
Not a whole but a hole
What is less then a hole, nothing I guess
Just a blackness stretching further then
The night air

It’s a feeling, true, a feeling that lives
Breeds and dies, but it still continues
And will pass on
It’s caused by the pleasure…or maybe
Maybe just the pain
I can’t tell the difference sometimes
They usually ride close together
Almost hand in hand

Maybe it’s a betrayal, a spiders kiss
Or maybe a morlock lurking
Beneath the night
Stalking on its prey till it is
Devoured and resting inside the
Belly of a whore who can
Take no more of this world

Why must we all suffer at
The hands of others, crashing each
Others dreams and lives
Can we succeed in failure
Is it true to win when you lose
Simply…we all lose in the end

Nobody wins, it will be matched
Broken and burned and then there’s a new
Rip my life and pull it over
My eyes because I cannot
suffer without a soul, so take
it with you when you jump
to freedom and sing to me when I sleep

I can survive, true, but as what and as who