I wrote some haikus today. They're based off of Frankenstein, so hopefully that excuses some of their angst. Reading The Monk, Frankenstein, Existentialism is a Humanism, and especially The Myth of Sisyphus has definitely put me in a weird mood and there's no constant faucet to release how emo I sometimes unfortunately feel. These haikus had helped me tap into some of that earlier and get it out, but now everything is worse than before. I've had a drastic mood swing. Anyways. I'm rambling. Here are the haikus:
I remain one whom
The spoiler has not yet seized,
As if impatient
Absence rendered you callous
To chimeras of grandeur:
What could have been us
To be beauteous
To become food for the worm
To be forgotten
Annihilation
Livid with the hue of death
Nature's slaughterhouse
I was myself but
That wears out in a very
Short amount of time
