{ un-masked }

{ escape }

I look

I stare

I observe

I wonder

I look at the painful truths of this world

I stare at people's responses to it

I observe the hurt people endure

I wonder why they endure it

I smell

I touch

I hear

I see

I smell the awful stench of death, lies, deceit

I touch the rough texture of this world

I hear the cries and screams of us all

I see everyone's hate for this place

This hell

And I realize

That there is no escape

There is no way to escape the hell that is life without death

But if religion is right

And there is life after death

What's the point?

Is there even an escape?

{ September 14, 2015 }