AND NOW, FROM THE DARK SIDE:

Fire, Ice
Love, Hate, Life, Death
Dreams fulfilled, dreams only dreamed of.
Loss of love, lack of love
Wishes, and smashed feelings.

Fulfillment, Hate, and Pain
The first one we strive for
The second one we try to avoid
The last one is unavoidable.

No guts, no glory
There’s no such thing as glory
and by guts they mean they cut you open
and peruse your insides as an after dinner snack

Glory is a fiction, the only motivation
Is martyrdom
and self fulfillment.

Sometimes I dream, most of the times I avoid nightmares
Nightmares of reality
Showing and knowing everything I wish I didn’t

Like an ant crawling through the forest of astroturf
So I wander through the world
I see the world above and below
The one we all wish for and see on silly TV shows
and Reality
The difference is night and day
The difference is enlightenment and hate

But hate is almost as universally felt as pain
and by definition leads to pain
The kind that rips your soul asunder
and laughs at attempts at reconstruction.