Apr 2012
Mortality.
No idea is more unsettling up close.
Is there any other comfort but to keep it at arm’s length?
And I think only with this borrowed mind,
Unable to remember who I breathed through yesterday,
Is there any other tragedy but time?
How I itch to drop the blade myself
If only to escape man’s common prophecy,
Is there any other answer but self-destruction?
And as the kids that fell before me once said,
Oh, how wrong we were to think that immortality meant never dying.
Is there any other purpose but seeking that which never was?
Lusting minds be warned:
Some thoughts can destroy you.
No idea is more unsettling up close.
Is there any other comfort but to keep it at arm’s length?
And I think only with this borrowed mind,
Unable to remember who I breathed through yesterday,
Is there any other tragedy but time?
How I itch to drop the blade myself
If only to escape man’s common prophecy,
Is there any other answer but self-destruction?
And as the kids that fell before me once said,
Oh, how wrong we were to think that immortality meant never dying.
Is there any other purpose but seeking that which never was?
Lusting minds be warned:
Some thoughts can destroy you.
