Going Home
The screaming voices of the gods fury through reality
Raging and squealing against rebirth
My hopelessness rides the wind like a feather
Everywhere I go I am a dark cliché
I am the lone star in an empty sky
Flesh and bone but no soul
Never voicing what I desire
Continually escaping what will never be
The gods laugh as it ends the same as it began
With a big bang
Copyright © Chris Patterson | Year Posted 2006
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