Simon Pacis' Blog

BRÆTHless

Based on the poem "HÆSblaest"

7th Oct, 2018

BLOWN
are we. Dispersed far and wide
RIPPED
clean through our wretched hearts
EXHAUSTED
is the generation searching for hope in the darkness
APATHETIC
are we in our stumbling search for life
KILLED
is our horrendous existence, our deplorability

we're screaming for meaning, the emptiness leads us to sob
where
is
my
life

The gloomy bearers of the standards are triumphing the neglect of life
NOT MY LORD
That's alright but keep your faith to yourself
That's alright but keep the eternal source to yourself
That's alright but keep the only one who can save me to yourself
THAT'S ALRIGHT but damn it keep the CREATOR OF THE WORLD away from me!

We're the breathless generation unable to get enough of ourselves and yet despite this we still hate ourselves and all that we and ourselves carry of symbols and connotations

I can
We can
Look at what humanity can

Look at the emptiness our land became