Mar. 8th, 2016

The undead

Mar. 8th, 2016 01:30 am
Have you heard of the Undead?
those who, dead, still walk?
those, who's hands still move, though cut off
still crawl towards whatever 'tis their unholy purpose?
I am one of those
See still does my mind speak
up
when nothing needs to be said
unholy strivings towards seriousness
towards purpose

but comfort
is a thought which sits beside;
side by side with stillness
with the irrelevance which no event can impregnate. 
the thought;
"it all rots"
my hands too with rot away
as they already are
this darkness called self with be subsumed into this...
dare i call this lightness.. lacklusterness?
this ever flowing nothingness that all perception can barely stand out in for a moment
no anger ever was which could be for two moments before sinking into this nothing
this ever flowing ocean refuses to take a form; any form
let my teeth rot away into nothingness
let my soul rot away into this ease
so nothing nobody never
What would i?
let me be only a safe space
safe enough that all the rusted biting knifes you wield
the poisonous barbs you must needs cradle to yourself
and call your wealth; your opinions and self-damaging beliefs
they all can be put away
and a new life of ease
be born 

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