on the brink of madness am i
to not want to live but die
rather this than live a lie

abstract is my mind's eye
but why?
i need to know from whence came these tears I cry

i've now lived but a score
the average of the flesh?
three score, maybe more
the thought of two score more is futile at most
"i'll **** you" to myself i boast

amazing that man has the power to free his own soul
but i know too well it would be freed into the depths of Hell
therefore, i must live
and hope to someday savor the fruits of sweet salvation!

In the unlit space
of every human heart
      is an ominous black hole
      growing bigger
by the dust and dirt of the present
      lain with the sediments
of the burnt past
      drawing to its gravitational force
our future