There really is no point to anything, We are dragged into a world we never asked to be in, Forced to exist, a sentence given to us for a crime we could not possibly have committed We live and suffer and in the end we die. Why put us through it? Why force us to … More There Is No Point to Anything
He went to sleep It was all too difficult He went to sleep Do not wake me I don’t want to be awake Let me remain I never wanted to be here Why was I selected For a mission I never wanted Life is a curse Death is a blessing Thank god … More Various Haikus
I am a red blob of pain, Black, burned and cracked, My legs and arms have left me, Stump-like I shuffle, directionless, A disembodied torso which will not die, Serrated blades point the way, All I know are knives, Don’t talk to me of life, What has life ever done for me? What has it … More Poem – Untitled
Which is better? To have lived or to have never been born? To die or to continue with an unsatisfying life? To continue in pain, Or to risk change, which can itself cause pain? This is no poem, It’s just me asking myself, What happens next, What would I like it to be? Do I … More Poem – Of Sorts
Whenever I get the idea It’s never really me who gets it I wonder how many brain cell soldiers I’ve sacrificed To make my idiotic word-gods live?
All I know is I’m in pain And it bloody hurts I cried today in therapy, It was all too much, you see And all I know is, It hurts Money is a curse, Work is worse, Not having either makes me terse, And all I know is, I’m in pain, The sourness of these … More Poem – Pain
He left the castle and walked along the beach Which now was only rocks and shale, The sand having died a long and slow death With wind eroding what was left, And the sea was like tacks, Droplets transmuted into metal Which none imagined crossing, Needles jabbing feet, Imagined pain preventing it, And all impossible, … More Poem – No Crossing