“Transcendence is dead”,
He remarked,
with hollowed eyes enlarged
“There’s no exteriority to this existence,
no object not rooted to this mind,
no experience to reach to alleviate me from this pain”
Words uttered in vain sentiment,
like riches given by a desolate
“- and there’s no interiority
to this existence either,
no refuge untouched by extrinsic hands,
no truth untainted and grazed
by worldly sands,
etching indelible marks,
serrations upon the purity of what I envision, oppressive symmetry bounding my condition”
Echoes unbridled to the night made by folded wings
of the hungriest crows,
a reality smirking upon this man
encased in noxious snow
“-only immersion,
only implicit truth,
only sensation,
that’s all that’s left when flesh is torn,
arteries spilt,
and bones broken,
when my fantasies are the whispering
of the death of lives yet born ”
How unfortunate,
“I once remarked that
„abstract are the lines of my conscience„
how false I was,
there is no conscience,
there is no line, there is no territory,
no irreducible components of self,
no elements,
no world,
mere immersion, mere immersion, mere immersion, mere imm-“
How unfortunate,
“-ersion, my plane of immanence,
thought is not real,
only the image of thought,
people aren’t real,
only their representations,
this is not real,
only my description of it,
I’m sustained by this illusion and I am content,
for content is not real, only stationarity,
to suggest my autonomy
suggests a piece in a game,
an agent in a relation,
a designated power,
but power is not real,
only my laughter and spite,
only the former iterations of myself I
walk over
so I may tell myself I am content where I am,
consciousness is not real,
only the playthings of my inner demons,
and my unconscious is not real,
only the results of my outer events,
I am not real,
only the set of eyes that overlooks me”
How unfortunate,
a child who instead of a soul,
an unhealing wound,
but don’t feel upset for this child,
he is not real, only the representation of him, only a disembodied set of eyes describing his flesh left behind
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Now I must close my eyes, this child of hollowed sight is beginning to cry, then so will I
Sep 5, 2023
Sep 5, 2023 at 7:01 PM UTC
The devil resides in my
right arm
&
God,
my left
sometimes I wonder
what would be
left
if I decided to not take action from fear of choosing the wrong step
hell coexists in
my mind
&
Heaven,
my heart
yet I think
that’s indeed my
art
the ability to manifest the myriad of universes within me as opposing they are
nightmares dwell within
my sleep
&
Hope,
my breath
where in that
reality fosters fantastical
depth
that every intake harbours the fate my world could change for the best
My reality is torn into two by
my existence
&
Yet,
life ensures
my contradictory nature
leads to positivity
assured
a metamorphosis turning my
temptations to strength guaranteeing
ethereal horizons to be made
broad
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 10:24 AM UTC
Misgivings
taught,
fallacies
absorbed,
perceptions
formed,
lies
endorsed,
pain
enamoured,
hope
dormant,
meaning
strife,
decisions
diced,
aimlessness
concise
Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 2:18 PM UTC
The face of
deception
many may
show
for the
laceration
in their hearts
continues to
grow
bound
&
stricken
fear tearing them
apart
to all those who can see and
listen
whilst dwelling in the enclosure of their
hate
the catalyst to the ****** of
their
fate
confound
&
livid
the poison of their melancholy
setting a necroses to all
there is worth
living
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 6:16 PM UTC
Jealousy
&
greed
setting fire to the
wind
directing humanity
ever closer to
sin
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 3:21 PM UTC
You say
life is
meaningless
I say
that’s the only way
you can give it your own
purpose
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 4:40 PM UTC
Sorry for being an
imploder
but,
darling,
so is every other star
that burns too bright
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 6:57 PM UTC
I talk about damnation
so that I may understand the depth of prosperity
I walk my mind through our world’s fire
because only through
desperation
may I come to terms with the meaning of peace
I eternally breathe on the tip of a sword
because only then will I appreciate
being a shield to
others
I bear with restraint
so when let loose
I will never
debase the worth of having
wings unfolded
And when I close my eyes to rest
I don’t wish to see paradise
but to see reality
so when I wake
I only think about fantasizing
the life I live
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 3:01 AM UTC
Don’t hate
that which you
are
but instead,
love that
which you can
be
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 3:43 AM UTC