I see a fire, in the forest of feelings
As Satanic winds gust at a whim
In the distance lies a hidden hope
For the destruction of sincerity and compassion
The fire is escalating as we speak tonight
In your head and mine, each time we blink
Did you ever think that keeping your eyes wet
Unconsciously makes you a wooden puppet
Feelingless life is strikingly similar
To being a rock in the center of the earth
No one knows
No one cares
And you don’t feel
The hot lava on its way
You don’t feel
Your demise I’m glad to say
We should all
Be grateful for the questions
For if we knew the day of death
Then our lives would revolve
Around that time and place
At least now we have
A false sense of contentness