MODERN AGE ICARUS
Perhaps I reached for unknown heights,
grasping at the stars.
Perhaps I caught myself,
whilst attempting to capture the truth.
The thought of a patent on truth,
raised the fires of hope high into the skies.
The rest of the world, turned into an experiment,
fit to prove my theories right.
Countless mental monologues,
calculating those who drank from the other well.
Hailing diversity,
the endless mystery,
maybe containing the answer,
to my quest…
Years of confrontation,
with an omnipresent obsession.
Mindfucked, illusions mugged,
a soul dissolved in deepest black.
Extreme torture,
Self-created human waste.
Screaming out loud,
hidden from the world of the humanlike shells!
Finally unveiled it,
The heights… an optical illusion.
The truth… impossible to capture. |
