The Given Dream
I return to the dust I’ve known The circle, the sky, the ground that I call home Destroyer of worlds, beseecher of hope That cold and bitter taste The wall in front of you The stone with all of your hopes You stare and you stare It’s still empty you’ve clawed and you’ve clawed No matter how large the dream or deep the want A given dream, a glimpse of hope, calling The flowing scars of life and loathing I’ve given myself years, and years of wanting And reaped the earth of all it’s hope That cold and bitter taste The stone with all your hopes No matter how long you stare and stare The given dream was lost right there It’s still empty We’re still empty Who knows the secrets of the deep? The many places the gods fear to speak There’ll be no more talk of hell I return to the dust I’ve known The circle, the sky, the ground I call home Destroyer of worlds, beseecher of hope That cold and bitter taste The wall in front of you The stone with all of your hopes You stare and you stare It’s still empty you’ve clawed and you’ve clawed No matter how large the dream or deep the want A given dream A glimpse of hope calling The flowing scars of life and loathing
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025