Eternal nothing would be a gift Sweeter than death Why do I spend this time fearing it, My futile, foolish being. It could be a welcomed feeling Iād let it in With its empty repose And hollow bones, And brush its cheek tenderly Let it enter me-- Bear it.
The river I ride will guide me down To the hell Where my heart owns real estate Stakes in the barren ground And I will be accompanied by My great companion The messenger and deliverer The cog in the great machine Of free will
The one that continually leads me to destruction Who spreads all the lies and the half-truths Who withholds no honesty in his brutal judgments And provides no delusions when his subjects face harshness Who has no face but sports his tricky mirror with
Its effacement The dead stars reflect The river Sticks catch on my hospital gown As I climb out To inspect My new neighbors who live in it They are sorry for a lot of things too. They bear the truth:
Nothingness would be easier Than knowing what hate can do.