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There’s not enough time. Never was.
Staring back into the bleak face of eternity I imagine the face of nothingness. Personified indignantly with shadowy black eyes gleaming with malice and destructive intent.
Knees tucked into my chest, arms squeezing tight, cradling my shattered frame. Bleach ridden eyes stinging, watering, blurring. My bleary-eyed subconscious knows no better. Old school poisoning, I turn dry lipped to the bottle once more. The soothing fluid passes familiarly over my acid-terrain lips, cracked like the harsh wilderness of some faraway Middle Eastern country I hope never to see.
The essence of death breathes new life in my veins. Worries become transparent and meanings can be plucked like ripe fruit from trees of knowledge. Life and loss become inevitable. Everything ends. I see all my answers to all my questions set out before me; my dilemma is choice. Do I uncover the hollow meaning of life or cut my losses and strife for personal gain?
Equity versus greed.
No contest.
I take the latter path.
Delving deep into my own twisted psyche I find the cure for the itch. Embedded rhetoric resolving my darkest queries. Mind numb, lips pouted and blue, I turn sour. Swaying backwards over the abyss, wanting to fall, needing eternity.
The cold grasp of night clenches my heart and cuts short my fanciful escape.
Face-up in a moving wagon, paramedic white.
re-sus-i-tate
Clear.
Oxygen mask claps down.
I drift back.
Blistered fingers grasp rocky edges as I approach my summit. Like Moses I seek rules to live by. Answers requisite to solve my sins. Sunlight blinds me and I clamber bloodily over tattered rocks and knife-blade edges to seek my epiphany. I wait in empty darkness, head tilted back, waiting for a heavenly decent. The blue-black sky waits mockingly, befouling my anticipation.
Lightning tears apart the sky with a bleak echoing scream.
But that scream is my own. My eyes jolt open to reveal solidarity.
A bleached-white room. No entrance or exit. Invite only.
My self inflicted purgatory engulfs me. Two steps forward, one step back.
The light versus the dark, eternal bliss or eternal flames. Decisions, decision.
We don’t have enough time. Never have.
Staring back into the bleak face of eternity I imagine the face of nothingness. Personified indignantly with shadowy black eyes gleaming with malice and destructive intent.
Knees tucked into my chest, arms squeezing tight, cradling my shattered frame. Bleach ridden eyes stinging, watering, blurring. My bleary-eyed subconscious knows no better. Old school poisoning, I turn dry lipped to the bottle once more. The soothing fluid passes familiarly over my acid-terrain lips, cracked like the harsh wilderness of some faraway Middle Eastern country I hope never to see.
The essence of death breathes new life in my veins. Worries become transparent and meanings can be plucked like ripe fruit from trees of knowledge. Life and loss become inevitable. Everything ends. I see all my answers to all my questions set out before me; my dilemma is choice. Do I uncover the hollow meaning of life or cut my losses and strife for personal gain?
Equity versus greed.
No contest.
I take the latter path.
Delving deep into my own twisted psyche I find the cure for the itch. Embedded rhetoric resolving my darkest queries. Mind numb, lips pouted and blue, I turn sour. Swaying backwards over the abyss, wanting to fall, needing eternity.
The cold grasp of night clenches my heart and cuts short my fanciful escape.
Face-up in a moving wagon, paramedic white.
re-sus-i-tate
Clear.
Oxygen mask claps down.
I drift back.
Blistered fingers grasp rocky edges as I approach my summit. Like Moses I seek rules to live by. Answers requisite to solve my sins. Sunlight blinds me and I clamber bloodily over tattered rocks and knife-blade edges to seek my epiphany. I wait in empty darkness, head tilted back, waiting for a heavenly decent. The blue-black sky waits mockingly, befouling my anticipation.
Lightning tears apart the sky with a bleak echoing scream.
But that scream is my own. My eyes jolt open to reveal solidarity.
A bleached-white room. No entrance or exit. Invite only.
My self inflicted purgatory engulfs me. Two steps forward, one step back.
The light versus the dark, eternal bliss or eternal flames. Decisions, decision.
We don’t have enough time. Never have.
at first i thought it was going to be long and tedious. Than when i read it, it was short and sweet.
Another? this time heart attack or a bullet riddled friend. cheers.
Another? this time heart attack or a bullet riddled friend. cheers.
Ta - wasn't sure how well this would be received. Its pretty different to anything I've written before.
Nice one Kyz.
Shut up, FF.
Shut up, FF.
Wonderful.
A lot + more.
Also - shut up Forest, you tard.
Go Kyz! Woo!
A lot + more.
Also - shut up Forest, you tard.
Go Kyz! Woo!
Paradox: wrote:
Like
> Moses I seek rules to live by.
Moses was given the rules by God.
Like
> Moses I seek rules to live by.
Moses was given the rules by God.
There’s not enough time. Never was.
Staring back into the bleak face of eternity I imagine the face of nothingness. Personified indignantly with shadowy black eyes gleaming with malice and destructive intent.
Knees tucked into my chest, arms squeezing tight, cradling my shattered frame. Bleach ridden eyes stinging, watering, blurring. My bleary-eyed subconscious knows no better. Old school poisoning, I turn dry lipped to the bottle once more. The soothing fluid passes familiarly over my acid-terrain lips, cracked like the harsh wilderness of some faraway Middle Eastern country I hope never to see.
The essence of death breathes new life in my veins. Worries become transparent and meanings can be plucked like ripe fruit from trees of knowledge. Life and loss become inevitable. Everything ends. I see all my answers to all my questions set out before me; my dilemma is choice. Do I uncover the hollow meaning of life or cut my losses and strife for personal gain?
Equity versus greed.
No contest.
I take the latter path.
Delving deep into my own twisted psyche I find the cure for the itch. Embedded rhetoric resolving my darkest queries. Mind numb, lips pouted and blue, I turn sour. Swaying backwards over the abyss, wanting to fall, needing eternity.
The cold grasp of night clenches my heart and cuts short my fanciful escape.
Face-up in a moving wagon, paramedic white.
re-sus-i-tate
Clear.
Oxygen mask claps down.
I drift back.
Blistered fingers grasp rocky edges as I approach my summit. Like Moses I seek rules to live by. Answers requisite to solve my sins. Sunlight blinds me and I clamber bloodily over tattered rocks and knife-blade edges to seek my epiphany. I wait in empty darkness, head tilted back, waiting for a heavenly decent. The blue-black sky waits mockingly, befouling my anticipation.
Lightning tears apart the sky with a bleak echoing scream.
But that scream is my own. My eyes jolt open to reveal solidarity.
A bleached-white room. No entrance or exit. Invite only.
My self inflicted purgatory engulfs me. Two steps forward, one step back.
The light versus the dark, eternal bliss or eternal flames. Decisions, decision.
We don’t have enough time. Never have.
Staring back into the bleak face of eternity I imagine the face of nothingness. Personified indignantly with shadowy black eyes gleaming with malice and destructive intent.
Knees tucked into my chest, arms squeezing tight, cradling my shattered frame. Bleach ridden eyes stinging, watering, blurring. My bleary-eyed subconscious knows no better. Old school poisoning, I turn dry lipped to the bottle once more. The soothing fluid passes familiarly over my acid-terrain lips, cracked like the harsh wilderness of some faraway Middle Eastern country I hope never to see.
The essence of death breathes new life in my veins. Worries become transparent and meanings can be plucked like ripe fruit from trees of knowledge. Life and loss become inevitable. Everything ends. I see all my answers to all my questions set out before me; my dilemma is choice. Do I uncover the hollow meaning of life or cut my losses and strife for personal gain?
Equity versus greed.
No contest.
I take the latter path.
Delving deep into my own twisted psyche I find the cure for the itch. Embedded rhetoric resolving my darkest queries. Mind numb, lips pouted and blue, I turn sour. Swaying backwards over the abyss, wanting to fall, needing eternity.
The cold grasp of night clenches my heart and cuts short my fanciful escape.
Face-up in a moving wagon, paramedic white.
re-sus-i-tate
Clear.
Oxygen mask claps down.
I drift back.
Blistered fingers grasp rocky edges as I approach my summit. Like Moses I seek rules to live by. Answers requisite to solve my sins. Sunlight blinds me and I clamber bloodily over tattered rocks and knife-blade edges to seek my epiphany. I wait in empty darkness, head tilted back, waiting for a heavenly decent. The blue-black sky waits mockingly, befouling my anticipation.
Lightning tears apart the sky with a bleak echoing scream.
But that scream is my own. My eyes jolt open to reveal solidarity.
A bleached-white room. No entrance or exit. Invite only.
My self inflicted purgatory engulfs me. Two steps forward, one step back.
The light versus the dark, eternal bliss or eternal flames. Decisions, decision.
We don’t have enough time. Never have.