Inspiration comes and goes

but this feeling lasts forever

locked forever in the depths of my mind

i can suppress it

but only for so long

i can replace it

but nothing quite fits

emergence and depravity

i've tried everything

but psychology has

only come so far

at the end of the day

we are no more in control

of our minds

than we are our hearts

romance died with free thought

civilization reduced to used up carcasses

filling the air of heaven with disease

i pray for our demise