The Creation

The Creation
A waking of my heart
Split by desire
Taunted by fear
Spiraling southward
Falling into nothingness

The Meaning
Creative concepts
Beyond my control
Varied only by level of deception
Crushing the very idea
Of my escape

The Ideas
Inspirations
Eclectic in source
Yet so few
Can this possibly be reality
Or can I live in imagination

The Reasoning
Power to all whom presume it
The simplest of pleasures
Can ruin the complex
Caution is easily thrown in the wind
Ending the reign of aspirations

The Corruption
Apocalyptic
The ending of fears
The destruction of a generation
Misplaced dreams
And all hopes obliterated

The Conclusion