Slaves

This is something I wrote one day when I was particularly unsatisfied with my life and my perception of the world was particularly grim.

Slaves
******* slaves
To the burden of the knowledge
That we are enlightened

I am a puppet of whims
A wraith of impulse
The most conscistent thing about me
Is how I fall apart

"You" is a moth to the flame
You are the nameless millions so despised
On days when perception gives cause for only hatred
You're a thorn in my ******* eye

This is supposed to be love
The greatness to which youth aspires
But eternity in recorded history's honored scrolls
Is just the effort to survive decay

I am the sum of my effort
They are the sum of my flaws

Still I am optimisms lurking ghost
Carry my obsession to extremes
Because the place where it hurts the most
Is always in between