SEARCHING FOR HOPE

It’s a digital renaissance Privateering hedonism Lies that Hellen Keller told Sold to you like miracles And when the sinner speaks, the demagogues and circus freaks gather round 2012 indigo invented woke internet vernacular in web boards, refuges for those that can’t afford, eleanor roosevelt glass castles Adopted now by alt-cultures, vultures of a simulcrum carcass Taking pages out of virtual necronomicon, language of the firstborn baby drives Inserted like opium onto MySpace profiles, devoid of emotional attachment We invented our own definition of what it means to feel, what it means to be real Social handles, invented identities, if I am not crazy explain the voices in my head I am not angry - I am merely searching for Walking in the deserts, runescape, four star resort, felt sand beneath my feet, felt nothing in my heart Back to the room, consumed by the guilt of losing a baby brother, but it isn’t my fault - is it? Raised by a generation left by their parents to fend for themselves, and surrounded by a wonderland of people unable to be touched Can a child go insane? Counting the days of azure summer and the happiness of 2005 Even if they are merely searching for Illuminated by the lights of the hospital ward, I laid there with my surgical scars And when I stood up, I looked at the mirror and saw an image of pale death And my only thought was - I’ve never looked as beautiful as this ever in my life Close to the edge, where the heart beat is like a silent drum of impending doom is where I found true meaning We live this life for a long time and then we die so don’t despair Because hope - it’s something that means differently for every person For me, it’s just a word It means nothing and everything at the same time