Ways to Rapture

Everyone is out for that thing called bliss.
But some forget about ethics
Like they missed
It’s train of thought subjecting them to malice.
Murder on the minds of kids
Confused and broken
Figuring there’s nothing wrong with what they did.

Trying to find answers in a bottle of booze
Like they’re going to be able to lose
Their problems as they please and choose.
The path leading to a night forgotten with clues
That shows signs of regret in endless cues.

Blasphemy is all over the radio.
I desire nirvana around me more than you know.
Yet I feel like I’m walking in hellfire’s village,
With bones of fallen dreams and forgotten grave stones.

You’re feeling indifferent after endless nights
Of meaningless sex.
Only despondence sits in your sight
When you wake up in bed to vex
About lack of happiness in your life,
Cause you can’t escape the grasp of its strife.
Tired from being stabbed with it’s knife?

You want to lie, saying it’s okay.
And a few “I’m fine’s” short of a breakpoint on play.
It’s a best seller because we’ve all felt like this someday.
Don’t fret on the battlefield of life
Cause things didn’t go your way.
Feeling like it’s time for change
With a commander’s decision to give the yay or nay.

Ignorance is all over the radio.
I wish to live in paradise more than you know.
Yet I feel like I’m in underworld’s graveyard
With reapers of despair, as I search on my own
For that sliver of rapture in it’s unknown zone.