Vessel And A Voice Poem by Vishal Sharma

Born without a choice, I'm just a vessel
and a voice, plunged into a hole with
all these chocolate covered souls.
Zombies in a void, living dead out to
destroy, and we're all playing roles,
whether a hero or a troll. The ego's
like a toy, so fragile when employed,
and all the damage takes its toll,
you're just fractions of a whole. Trying
to pick up all the pieces, and smooth
out all the creases, looking to be
enlightened when you're in the dark
and frightened, and all the demons in
disguise give you offerings of lies, on
the surface it looks nice, but it always
has its price. Want an easy way out,
not a chance, might look fulfilling at a
glance, want enlightenment, you're
better off sticking a light bulb up your
ass. Every day thinking this moment
will pass, you want answers but you
never get them when you ask. Take
off the mask you need a breather for
your spirit, but you don't know truth
when you hear it.