The Absence Of Mind

I'm the same as you,
I traveled the same path,
lost my way as you.

You struck me and called me a fool,
but you are the foolish one.

I see the devil behind your right ear,
and the mark upon your right hand.

You must have missed the hints.
Nothing ever starts upon thin are.
Something never comes from nothing.
You evolved into what you've become.

I saw the truth in her eyes when she came,
but you have missed it again.

You were blinded by love,
negating the will of our logic as we all have.

You smiled in the face of true diaster because you didn't see it's mission.
And now you are stuck between two times.

Poor you,
you're mind gathers itsself while you still wait.
You cannot recieve what you never truely found.

That's why I turned to my liquor,
it makes me no better than you.
But through this I'm somehow seeing the truth.
But how will you?