Written a long time ago, reading it I can only think of nonsense.
But I still like it, nostalgic maybe, I can remember the feeling and sense it.
Haunted by a daunting fear.
An entity of despair shrugged and pointed at me,I deserve the least for my deeds are the worst
and I am doomed in a darkened realm.
In the darkness I lost a nameless dear.
a foe .. a law .. for my flaws.
and here are burdens for my burdens,
I deserve the least … and a fool I was, for it’s not the least .. but agony that smiles.
agony that smiles .. and flourish inside.
In the realm, melancholy is tender, nihilism is vivid and gentle .. not.
and the once morbid thoughts are now dreams of well-being that will never prevail.
and here are burdens for my burdens of my burdens.
I bite the flesh in the search for existence.
I sip my blood to taste life.
And I wonder .. was it blood ?? was it flesh ??
Ironic .. nihilism is there .. nihilism is material,
a state of delirium in a darkened realm .. how just!
The endless chains carves my shame in my skin.
the endless chains stranding me along and along
and I am nonexistent
I am in the literal .. nowhere!