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