Out of Nothing

Make enemies of truth and reason

in that a rage is born

start out a promise and a venture

where direction was never the goal

How does it feel to run out of nothing?

Where do you go when you run out?

Never you mind the grand perspective

other forces kept at bay

as you narrow the field of vision

to retain a sense of purpose around which you base your faith

the doubt that haunts your skin

an itch that will linger on forever

wave off critique as an offender

never question where your motives lie

as a part of the greatest fable

the beast all had forgotten

instincts in a dead end rampage

destruction as a saving grace