Pleasant Lies

My soul traverses over the abyss.
Above all and above the lies.
But I want to descend into it.
Even if what it tempts me are
nothing but empty hollow promises.
I want to feel the power inside.
I want to feel the false freedoms.
To indulge myself in the small
pleasures of this wretched place.
The pure anger, the violent rage.
To not care. To remove the guilt 
from my contemptful actions.
To live in disillusionment, where
right and wrong blend together.