He was created to be destroyed.
He was invited to be denied,
and when the ice melted his anger,
and when the fire froze his joy,
he watched the sea swallow his love...
He watched the sea swallow his love.
Due to unintended mirth,
He complied to fate without worth,
He witnessed a damnable birth,
A thing with sinful girth.
He worshiped it still,
until he lost his will,
swallowing pill for thrill,
every **** for the mill,
to be ground into waste.
Even the moon was draped in slime,
even the sun ran out of time,
even the stars lost their shine,
even beauty no longer sublime.
I was there when he took his life,
I watched with hunger--holding knife,
to devour what was left,
a box of cereal; ate and left.
He wonders continually in another realm,
wondering at fore of helm:
why spit out of life like phlegm?
He was destroyed to be created.
Just wrote this, so I don't have much to say about it.
However, I will say that life is dangerous when you surrender your will to forces that either do not care for your happiness or that cannot care (inanimate things) for your happiness.
So we're talking about false-gods, *** (lust) and ***** (drugs).
Anyone who has given themselves over to those things will tell you the same story, or they will lie to you so that they can continue to lie to themselves, because if they wake up, they will die from the pain.