Ian Petch Poet I do not know?

Dark Algebra

A lie in us that came from birth
This lie built us and made our world
Our hate for dark, but soon we adapt to believe it’s right
Out of light, our parasite thirst is fed through our sight

I have seen what we can do
I believe dark pulls us through
Hate and lust, it’s deep down inside even the purest saint
I see dust, our ignorant minds were bored so had to paint
We all hide, fearing the truths that we must sedate
Breeding lies, as soon as you breathe it’s far too late

Giving or taking?
Healing or hiding?
Smiling or hating?
Living or dying?
Everything we’re told is the wrong way round
The day that you die is when you hear true sound

I’m so tired of hiding
Though the lies are only in my face now
I know I can not fight it
The formula shows only one way out
Deceive my eyes
Screw my mind
I let you in
I beg for lies

Just kill my mind
Just take my eyes
I must believe it’s fine
I must escape my life
Just bleed me dry
Bleed me through
Feed my lies
Make me you
Kill this pain
Kill these sighs
No more games
No more cries
Screw my lies
Screw this mind
Screw these eyes
Make me blind
The formula has shown me how to find
Patience gets eaten by this darkness
To take the steps out of these lies
But do I step into what defines us?

Another plague?
Another lie?
Another dream?
Another cry?

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