Slowtar,
the monster,
is black sludge.
He engulfs
all alive,
complaining
begrudgingly
about the ongoing
construction.
striped
cones
only
tell
us
where to go.

You told me to be kind
And kind i was
You told me to be true
And true i was

You told me to believe
And believe i did
You told me to be giving
And give i did

But now
Now i can't fight

Too kind to defend
Too weak to defend
Too true to pretend
Too naive to pretend

Too faithful to take control
Too delusional for that
Too giving, i gave it all
Now i have nothing left

Why did you make me
So beautiful and bright
When i would live in a world
That would eat up all light

I didn't know i'd have to lie in interviews
I didn't know i'd have to fight when words failed
I didn't know god wouldn't always save me
I didn't know i'd have to keep things for myself

I didn't know about the real world

Watch stars burn out and fade...
Books corrode and gather dust...
Man made works of metal crumble and succumb to the sleep of rust.
Tomb stones uprooted and covered with moss.

Watch how even the strongest stone turns to sand....

And all it takes.....


Is time........................................

Entropy

the end of everything there is.  

The looming shadow that throws its gaze over the horizon and ushers in the final midnight of reality.

And despite knowing all this  we continue to deceive ourselves..

Filling up a bottomless cup with ambitions, dreams, friends, family, lovers, children and what have you.....

Eventually you end up burning ambition, shattering dreams, losing friends, breaking with family, hating lovers and burying your children or have them bury you....

Entropy

The final herald and bringer of the lasting silence...

when we all return to the emptiness of space and all we have know will be nothing but a loathing sigh in a vast blackness floating between cold dead stone and dust.


There used to be life on Mars, but now we only find dust... are they perhaps our predecessors? Will we end up the same?

We may never know...
what each and everyone of us knows is that the end is coming. And nothing will slow it, hinder it or stop it from closing its decaying grasp around your throat and squeeze your life out of you.

Best just waiting for the sun to finally implode and ****** us all.

And everything we did was just for nothing.

enlightenment in
perceiving one's existence
comes with suffering
of knowing one's nothingness—
reason to stop existing

as i drink the sadness
of the stars
gulp it down
to the lees
i wonder
what's a greater agony
going to bed with the crushing
burden of your own existence
or
the deafening echo of the universe
saying that you don't matter