happiness is a lie
and its pursuit, a gross waste of time
there is nothing but strife
in life, a bending & breaking of will
or for some, resolve is strengthened
but it all leads to the same end
the only true freedom
the only true happiness is
the separation of oneself
from the damnation that
is mere mortality
pain is the constant
suffering is the center of
the universe, the thing
that keeps the cosmos together
it is our instinct to think
there is relief,
that there has to be and end
to grief, self-loathing, lacerations
and deep wounding
but we are subject to an impartial pain
in the end that's all we've ever had
our name and the thing that killed us
slowly, quickly or otherwise
at this pont there is only one
salvation, one true complete separation
maybe it
will be
the one
thing I
finally
can do
correctly
This was very genuinely a low point in mental stability that I don't hit all too often. Looking back it is a little unsettling to feel so different from the person who was in this particular state of mind at the time.