All Agape

Sitting in my little room

An undeniable sense of doom

It seems crisis inevitably looms

Oh wake me up from this eternal tomb,

My only escape is my dreams

All those visions, echoes, and schemes

I’m deaf to the world of tragedy and screams

Keeps me from coming apart at the seams,

Now I’m talking to that face in the mirror

Chipping away at the lies that make up the veneer

Of a world full of sadness and fear

Where is there someone who’s endeared?

Who belongs to this troubling sphere?

Convicted by a mob of your peers

Serenaded by the psychic seers

Misled by the suicidal frontiers,

A rain of tears from someone unknown

Who will be the first to cast the stone?

Just throw the poor fool a bone

All the hypocrisy that we own,

The time of the season don’t you know?

When your generosity is supposed to show

Much less blood is supposed to flow

An asylum where abandoned lovers can go,

And you wonder why lucid dreaming is my escape

As I dwell in this alien landscape

With lobotomized mouths all agape

Waiting for the liberation to take shape.