The Negation

Blind is the euphoria of the crowd
Staring at themselves from inside
And observing the succeeding patterns
Of the world that spirals downwards.
I sense! Tangible phantasm
It causes human pride to swell anew.
Come on! To touch, maybe catch.
Fever of senses stimulates animal brain.
And to those of you who scream that they know
Keep roaming in your dance
Singing of truth and happiness
Quelling the misty vision of end

Absorbing, feeling and desiring
You fade away spewing their words up.
Rise to fall, lie to last.
Look! Nothing is opening it's arms:
Tangle of urges overflows
Staining every gesture and moment.
Raise your head and grasp that jest.
Anti-god lurks in non-existence.
Mute words of those who know
Distort the mouths of deranged fools into a sneer.
No war will be! No revolution!
The punishment is equal.
Perfectly cold-no bond with this comedy.
Another urges from outside change nothing.
Hideous, complete in itself tangle of desires
And millions of hands stretched out
Towards the swallowing void.
No cry-long desired dementia.