Psyche Eros Gaia

There is this sucking wound
In my connection to the world
In connection to the mother
No peace in my fathers house

I cannot find any in the world
I must find it within myself
And manifest it in the world
Perhaps something will heal

Before I come along in blind habit
And rip off the scab again
So instead of something healed
I just end up with another scar

It’s difficult to hold onto the truth
When you can’t focus on the walls
Made real by beliefs and judgments
We find ourselves alone once again

With the world as our stage
And our prisons as our homes
We calmly watch our demise
In animated parody of life
Looking for something to buy

Some experience to which we compare
Our pleasure to their despair,
Nightmares made real,
Our dreams rendered
worthless