A Decaying Flaw

In view a man that only lives towards a purpose that is vain
One that stands at the gate of his own atonement
And a fool that has become obsessed with this eradicating dream

Yet he fades with the fragile fable 
That is fixed to a beautiful lie
One to which is fabricated with the sounds of paradise

And still…

Humbly, do I strive as to make this reality such
So within my awaken state
Shall I thrive to saciface my own death
To live as a well known perception that is false 

Along with this impression
Together, I can further try to perceive the ambient ways
Of what some would justify as their own consciousness

Therefore I digress  
While being fated to this loose and looming reality
That others endure to call a stable mesmerizing truth
I linger as a disenchanted decaying flaw

A forgettable character that gazes with a cold blue stare
As the crimson moon mirrors upon my clear, yet reflecting eyes
For this life to me rots within the hands of a deity
Whose will is forever unexplained…

And who I ask,
Is to make sense of all this madness…

The poet?… The artist?…

Perhaps we are the ones that are arrogant
Beyond the scope of the fragmented self-rightous pride
That we have come to personify

However, we stem from nothing more than a broken message
Held by a faint whisper
Much like, The hopeless thoughts that sits within scattered pieces of your elevated mind    

~ Paradise’s Poet ~