Your sitting and someone pops you a question.
Your sitting in a room where everyone avoids the eyes.
Not the eyes of one person,
But the eyes of everyone around them.
There here to help were all here to get help.
I came here to get help.
Someone pops you a question.
The brave one.
Hey, I've seen you at school.
Why,are you here?
All is dryly silent,
Has it always been this silent?
Why.....are you here?
Hyper and curious they sound despite the environment already answering.
I had an accident,
I am being helped.
It's quiet again.
Has it always been this silent?
Are you sure or is that what they've told you.
No,
I can feel the difference.
The doctor will see you now........

WHY
Why do I feel so angry as I stand behind an angry man waiting for a path to exist across a busy street.
Why do I feel such sorrow and pain as I sit next to a morning widow on the bus.
These emotions are not my own,
But oh how they consume my entire being.
A man with a receding hair line sayes I am one of few.
Empath.
At first I felt relief on the new discovery,
But then I realized what it meant my emotions,
My being was just bits and pieces of others.
I am a collage of the left overs of others.
I am a sad patchwork doll.
Why must I be so strange and grotesque.
My body and mind see no boundaries,
We see what's inside of everybody.
I am fake I am not myself,
but a bit of everyone.

Abandon your thoughts to keep your mind blank;
bare like the walls of a dental office;
clear like a polished mirror.
Don’t let anything back in,
even the thought of your aging mom -
forget her impending mortality.
Grasp you love for him because
Hurt can come from even the lightest places.
Ignore the world’s problems,
just focus on “empty”.
Keep your mind like space,
let there be nothing, not even air.
Make your plan now,
neglect anything other than this plan.
Oblivion will welcome you now,
Pure Spirit. Put this plan into action
quickly, before the feelings
return to ******* over.
Spotless.
Trigger step one and fill your pistol:
unload it into your brain.
****** mind now dead,
white unconsciousness harbors.
Xylographed onto the coffin:
“Young but no longer sad”.
Zen at long last.

There flows an  invisible, river of subtle emotions he felt,
separating the immediate reality and the realm of art;
gazing the reclining ****,with a pair of eyes conjured,
he  levitated to the other bank of reality as if by magic,
while she waited and waited,somewhat perplexed,
then her eyes intervened, made him cross over so fast.

There was an orb up the nimbus sky
Jelly, translucent
Absorbing everything that bumps
As it becomes bigger and bigger
Consuming the world...
Afloat in galaxy,
Consuming the stars...
Wallowing planets, comets
Errr... Jupiter's rings!
Black-holes!
Sun, not the moo-                      n
Devouring the whole milky waay--
The  U  N  I  V  E  R  S  E !
Enormous. Colossal. ORB. Emerged!
Oh! Us, Witnessing the outside of galaxies
Only pure light, OBLIVION.
As the orb, like bubbles BURST!             tck.
Reaching TERMINUS.

And that's how everything'll.
**END.

Remember when we talked about death?
I said it must have been a savior to those
who suffered
who seeks but does not found reason
who was left out
who was unloved, unadored
who was pained
and who regrets the most

but you said otherwise
you said death is the reason
for beauty, love, hope and good to exist
you said that people would not expect anything in life
without death...

I have gone to a lot of thinking again
I was troubled with sweet and sad memories this morning
and I have thought...

that the reason we fear death
the idea of oblivion
memories slipping into that black hole...that nothingness
it pains every inch of me and cringe my very soul.

that must be it.

The beat of my heart
drowns out the
s i l e n c e
while you invade my thoughts.
The waves crashing
       inside
of my body
spill out of each crevice
until I'm drowning in your love.
I'm taken to that rugged paradise
where it's just
me and you
feeding off of each other's desires
sinking into blissful oblivion,
Engaging in a passion of
the HIGHEST caliber.
I want to live in your arms,
and die in your eyes,
until the world fades
and it's just us
floating among the masses of stars.

When I look up,
I don't see stars
I see the galaxies in your eyes.
I watch as they swirl
and spin in dizzying ways.
The sight is mesmerizing.
You are my black hole,
and I would willingly fall into oblivion
if I could just be with you.