Harsh Truth

It’s a cold moment when you know that you’re alone Here in the dark, here in the wind Fleeting shadows flit closely and then run away Corridors of shuffling forms, weakened with existence And so they seek distraction from everything they can To try and build the illusion of meaning False sentiment based on manufactured stimulus Time and decay always show the truth To try and deny the emptiness surrounding You fill your lives with incident and ritual But in the stillness, in the dead of night Deep in your heart you know you’re already dead