Kill me now, cut deep into my veins and bleed me until there’s nothing left
Nothing of me in this world
This wretched, hard, horrid place
Moving from mishap to mishap
never breaking the cycle
I must get free of this cycle
The cycle bound by the chains of mortality
The only way to get out
to break free of my mortality
but the reason to get out?
to make life better.
what is this?
this world? full of paradox and irony
the universe seems to cackle at every one of the informed
bringing them down further and further
there is no happiness, there is no love
there is pain. sorrow. misery. regret. fear.
the ignorance of these things, not the absence, are the feelings
the feelings of pleasure. happiness. joy. relief. relaxation
feeling unreal feelings in a real world
the non existent emotions keep us here
while the existing ones drive us from the spot
misery is not a curse, but a blessing
telling you to get the hell out
before you lose the courage
to do what needs to be done
Break the cycle