These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends

These violent delights have violent ends,
Often witnessed in this voyage of ours,
Measured in the fourth dimension, our will bends,
Yet we live on. Adorn them in delight: These scars;

What tragedy? Which abysmal pain,
Is written in our destiny, if written at all?
These ambitions are so perfectuous: So vain,
They should teach us, how to cope when dreams fall;

Histories are written in blood,
Of "sinners" and the "innocents": Just words,
For the stories themselves are dragged in the mud,
No truth and no lies, everyone is part of the herd;

Dare to dream?
Oh by all means, dream on and conquer,
Then don't come crying when your dreams are just screams,
Shrieks of hope extinguished and destiny unfolding in an emotionless saunter;

Why delight in them when everything ends?
They say the journey is truly more important,
Is that it then, how our fates blend?
Or is human will truly that potent?

Powerful enough to reforge the future,
Be a salve to a wounded heart and a spark to an extinguished hope,
Heal thy ambitions as an expert suture?
If so, then get up! Time to climb the rope (again);

These violent delights have violent ends,
But who says you cannot live while they last?
These violent delights have violent ends,
Who says, your future is to be defined by your past?