I'm alive.....
Or, at least, I'm conscious,
My body works,
I can breathe,
I can hear when I speak aloud,
But there is no sound,
I can see perfectly,
The darkness in front of me,
The unending abyss of blackness staring back as I sit,
Trying hard to see through to the other side,
I can smell blood,
The metallic sting of the death of so much innocence,
I can feel the Others,
Lost souls trapped in this abysmal place,
This archaic sense of being lost in the some other ethereal realm,
Lost among many,
Trapped by our own self-destruction,
Lost in a Hell of our own creation,
We built this hell ourselves,
And unwillingly,
We must dwell here for eternity,
Among the darkness of our own minds..........
*Note: I use the idea of a Hell that we ourselves create because it is certainly possible that we create Hell in our image, that we build it in our lives, based upon our decisions, good or bad, and that we mold it to our own image, and that Hell itself is the idea of a place of eternal suffering, rather than a real place. If it were to be a real place, it exists in everyone's mind, but is different for each person condemned to suffer. Each suffering is like DNA, it's unique for each person, but still share likenesses with one another.
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Some Things Never Change: A Book Dedicated to Absolutely Nothing At All
LosoweA book dedicated to thoughts, poems, stories, questions, answers, recipes. All sorts of fuckery happening up in here. Also, ignore my very ambiguous and sarcastic title. I do have a very cynical and often bitter sense of humor. Anyways, there are st...
