this dream that teems with emptiness
is one I know so well
for it permeates the essence
of existence
despite how it may seem
on the surface of this shell
its reality looms ever
in the distance
the laughter that you hear
is the mirror reflecting tears
transmutated by a diligent subconscious
even when I smile
it is to subjugate my fears
in a world where judgment rules
such fools as Pontius
if I appear serene
it is only to belie
every tempest ever brimming
from within
the depth of this despair
has breached the realm beyond repair
and it’s all that I can bear
not to give in
the worst might never be
save to say this lonesome curse
will afflict the hearts of all
who dare exist
that we will never know
any truth by what is shown
the disgrace of our condition
e’er persists
Max, or Not 