Meeting The Horizon Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Meeting The Horizon



There is the sinner and the saint.
Oh the battle between the angels and insects.
The grey matter is all that left.
Absurdities of all kinds.
Look there at the creepy crawlies that have survived.
Why don't the vermin just die?
Why struggle for that which needs no control?
The backlash of morality, is someone is needed to be set as the example.
With no direction the sheep will get lost so it is thought.
But isn't it the choice that which defines a conscious?

A guilty heart gets torn apart.
The weak appologise, the strong know it is due and is a given.
Sorrry oh so, sorry.
As if that will make our mistakes somehow easier to live with.
A prayer and hope to be forgiven.
A wish to be loved in a lonely and cruel world.
A shoulder that is so cold.

Lean on me if you so desire but I can't gaurntee you I will lean back.
It is a expectation that all humans should love each other.
That is not possible atleast in this world.
Maybe there is some far far away place in which that is the case.
But I wouldn't know because I have never been there.
Will I ever see this beautiful utopia, doubtful.
It is the search for something that just doesn't exist.
So we have to be satisified for that which we already have.

This world is a machine full of indifference.
Everyone is just trying to make there own emotional connections.
There is more like me, I know there has to be.
A scene that keeps repeating.
In this life there is no such thing as cheating.
It is a fight all the way, or you will just wither away and die.
Looking for the place the where the horizon meets the sky.

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