obstinate candlelit vigil.

Of vigilance.

My mind has always been a garbled mixture of self-hypnotic,
senseless metaphors.
but always in good way.

Standing,leering.
Gaping at the mouth,
the reverence of the pointless existence of "brilliance".
It's the atheist"s equivalent to biblical text,
or the the servant's relevance to self-importance.

Funny, I'd give it all up to feel human, or to feel at all, that is.
Wouldn't it be nice if we liked our sufferable lot in life?
To wake to the irrepressible, yet undeniable belief, that........We matter.

God save those, who wake, mid-dream.
God save those, who figure out life, too soon.

Oh, I wish, I wish
I could take it all away.
This remembrance,this incredulity
still I Foam at the mouth,
at this world I'm borne in,
so willing to change, yet unable to affect.

There's a small chance, That there's a small hope.
a small bit of me, not strong enough to live.
Just strong enough to give a shit.

~Mason Allison