random spitup on the net

"Heaven is the chain that binds us upon this earth..."
I believe that the links we forge on earth leave scars
healing only in the wastes of eternity.
I think maybe the empty phrases I write are simply
echos of lost innocence or
cliches wrapped up in carapaces
with hollow dreams of broken hearts
and a memory of what might have been.

And just once I think it would be nice to set the oceans on fire
with the power of my emotions
and watch the air ignite while people burn
in holy confusion.

It's not like it's emptiness, after all
it's only the realization of helplessness
and the hungry feeling of knowing you're alone when the world looks on
in smug oblivion.

Shock the world, rock the earth, dance to the stars
when nothing was nothing, was ever real.
Why live when your dreams are others' reality
when others burn your soul
and your reality is the stuff of nightmares?