In order to cope with conflict, I try to see everything as pointless

This allows a person to escape any repercussions they might encounter

I try to tell myself that life has no meaning beyond being born

And eventually dying

That love, hope, and destiny is all a farce

A pathetic ploy that we take to try and convince ourselves of a lie

That we matter

Because we can’t admit and comprehend how little we are

How insignificant we are to this entire planet

In this entire galaxy

In all of the universe!

But you know what?

***** that

Life has no inherent meaning…

But

It’s up to us to give it meaning

So what if we’re small?

No matter how tiny, change is change

And we all have the capability to make that difference

If existence is pointless

Then it’s **** well our responsibility to make a point

Gurgled belches of blood echo through the night
All thanks to a dagger
Hilt-deep in a freak's right cheek
Severed flesh makes a truly stunning sight
Streams of crimson cake the ice
Roars of chilled hatred reach the skies
My blade forever poised to slice

I have experienced a schism from mankind
Alone and adrift in the cosmos of my mind
My acension from life has made me anew
False happiness no longer leads me askew
Rage-filled memories are held with great retention
For this rupture has led to a dark dessension
With glorious hate, I take my last mortal breath
I am a soulless and vengeful shadow
Something akin to Death

All I see is a split
There is no common ground, no shared views, and no similar perspectives
I observe the blackest of nights when the sun shines for others
The coldest winters are melted by the heat of my anger
Gray morality doesn’t play well in my head
Let this scorched Earth be touched by the caress of rainfall
Because I believe in Black and White
A complete and assured absolution
No quarter; No mercy
No false talks of peace and hallow threats of war
No ugly truths or two-headed lies
A divide separating darkness from light
I believe in Black and White
The difference between falling and flight
I tire of compromises and endless debate
I need a clear-cut yes or no
No more ambiguity
I desire unequivocal justice or unconditional anarchy
I wish to rid the world of its confusion and simplify its sight
Call me the monochrome man
Because I believe in only Black and White

Come now, my friends, let us all be wrapped up
This cloak of lies smothers us so pleasantly
Our eyes are always closed and yet they see everything so clear
The moon shines bright on the thoughts ruminating in our minds
Sometimes our sight is free of the cloak long enough to get a glimpse
A small look at the façade we inhabit so eagerly
Trapped in a cage, with smiles on our faces, we watch the world carry on through the bars
And linger waiting to escape

Days long since past
Are just images and pieces in a collage of life and existence
Fitting together into one big picture…a complete puzzle
A product of an infinite amount of complexity and intuition
Choices made and set in stone
While others remain fluid and flexible
Doors creaking because they haven’t been opened in years
Others shutting close a dark and desolate path
Sitting in a little boat and sailing through the decades
Stuck in the middle of an ocean of millennia
I look into the waters below and see what I am
I see what I could have been
Countless options that multiply on and on
Until only one door remains open
My little boat can only handle so much
I must swim now to that ultimatum
Making my way towards the end
I splash in the Sea of Time

A glint of midnight’s light catches a dagger
In crimson, he etched tales of wicked horror
Undertones of his usual demented swagger
Admissions, not of guilt, but rather of passion
Crimes rendered reality in gory fashion
Frantic strokes punctuate sobs of rage
Guilt sealed with blood from the blade
So that those evening massacres would never fade