In the dirt digging river, that runs to the sea.
Sun rays that urge, the surface is tense.
By water as vapour, the mire runs deep.
Struggling muscles, levy the sludge.
Alas, there's no reason, the edge is too steep.
The circle is round, in what we conceived.

Yearning for nonexistence

Whatever it is you make me to be, it's dying.

I can't adapt. I don't think I ever will.

The sadness, it's all I shall ever have.
It's slow and thorough, yet beautiful and without sorrow.
Fierce and commanding, yet freeing and independent.
The result of everything, the outcome to anything.
The source of realization, the way to reconsideration.
How I hope, you will never leave me.
And when it all befalls, you will be my crutch.

Just like you always were.
Even if hope springs forth out of misery.

There is no identity in I

You'll see the light, man.
You'll see the heads of a thousand men popping up from the dark.
You'll say believing in I, is the only thing you can do.
But you knew it from the start, and will forget it 'till the end.
The reflection never stands.

Light years away

Tumbling into infinity, invited to the demise of the ego.

Unconvincing lies for the sake of the material has urged to spawn resistance.
Inflicting all pain necessary to protect the self. In dangerous fields, known to flee and come to terms. Illusive entertainment, to keep apart in a secured and established environment.
One keeps the silence when awareness rises. Chooses to reflect
Accept the steps of this story, in history. To breathe it all again.

I wish I had the guts, to stab the sword through.
To openly accept the inevitable and emend the mistake of life as we know it.
For only I bring to pass, this reality out of energy.
And so all shall cease to exist from my prospect.

I verify the flux of time. In these hands lies the stair of a void.
Carefully hold it and create music, my friends.


Irrefutably superfluous to the universe. Life does not emphasize existence.
And thus, all my nay saying becomes rather pointless.
But aren't we all.