Portrayals of suffering - Mine and everyone else’s - What are your cravings for? May you matter Existing in this endless instant.
Voicings of my pain, Do you matter if you save a life? For a life is but a number.
Representations of my fears - First aid or pitiful joke? Sublime art or appalling misery? Beauty or madness? Tokens of life or death? Pointful or pointless?
Does it even matter if it matters? God doesn't either, dead or alive, in dreams or in nightmares, Unless He makes you laugh.
Pain, pain, go away, Wish you hadn't come today But I'll miss you tomorrow, Drown alone in sorrow. Loved the good and loved bad Now non' to do and I feel sad. Pain, pain, don't leave me, At least in my sleep I have thee.
In my desperate attempt to gain it, I have lost everything. It took me so much time to realize That the future in my head is an illusion. It took me so much pain and dread to now, Let them all consume me.
The past and future do not matter, Nothing does as you would think. You suffer so much for what does not exist. Abandonment is your salvation here, When you have been hoping, always, Only for a minute dream.