Exercises in Futility VI

As if you didn't know how it feels to lose

As if you didn't know how it feels to lose at dice with fate

As if you didn't know

As if you didn't know how it feels to lose at dice with fate

At least have some dignity

As if it wasn't a lifetime

Spent on connecting the dots

There was no pattern

As if the irony was more

Than a defense mechanism

And we could actually laugh for a change

As if steel hooks in our backs

Were more than a nuisance

And we could actually feel something

Self-crucified

Missed the right tree

Tore the wrong eye out

The hissing

Of hellfire

Self-crucified

Missed the right tree

For this I've gained a victory

I burn, as I ought to

As if everything was to be made right one day

Dreams don't come true

For people like us

As if the gods were bored

With peace in our hearts

And their fingers are itchy

As if we never broke people

Out of sheer boredom

And slept calmly, among the wastes

And then, we see bright and clear

As if we would be someone else

While mindlessly wandering through the mountains

As if we would be someone better

Spelling purgatory in Latin alphabet

Self-crucified

Missed the right tree

Tore the wrong eye out

The hissing

Of hellfire

Self-crucified

Missed the right tree

For this I've gained a victory

I burn as I ought to

As if all this was something more

Than another footnote on a postcard from nowhere

Another chapter

In the handbook

For exercises in futility