Failure is an ever enrapture
The fruitless venture of inadequacy
Hollow - numb from mindless chatter
Empathizing with those who
Despising those who
Philosophizing about those who --

Find, comfort - in their mindless banter
Between self and self
Lies logic and reason
A thin line of perfection
A narrow band of light in the encroaching
Darkness fleets to and fro taking
Consuming the thoughts of reason
Leaving the spirit like one
Met in the shadows of ambiguity.

Roll grope feel for that which is sought
But not wanted.
Desired but feared.
Finding it easier to give to
Harder to take from
That which is loved
But hated - loathed
For it's failure to pursue
The universe which lies as an open blanket
Inviting for a nap, for a slumber
If only for a moments rest.

How are we the fellows of purgatory
To justify the failures of those above
Below our morale dictum?
Hypocrisy unerring in the fraudulent
Humanity - the flawed mind
That is able to know perfection
But unable to achieve it.

It is ours that is the most
Heinous of sins.
To know, but to err.
We are forever doomed to know
The sins we commit.
To search for the path that leads
Not to salvation,
But, to enlightenment.

The search is a loss
Frustration consuming the weary
Fatigue taking its toll on those
Who delve deeper
Darker, lighter
Swimming through the darkness searching for the gentle strand
That holds the strength of humanity
Purified of the inconsistencies

It does not weigh on the hearts of those who only know darkness
Only the tortured few who hold the knowledge
Of the lithe and graceful
If only a myth, If only a legend
If only a figment of the fleeting chaotic mind
The sardonic knowledge that there is light
While we are surrounded by darkness.

Disgusting - Self pity - the useable guilt
Of the soul searching for purity.
The vow – to never be a martyr or a tool.