the desire to matter is a deadly thing,
more deadly still the ambition that drives one to achieve, to desire more
Every day is another notch
every day another loss
yet resiliency is a curse
intellect a burden
for it is just another door to pain
an open invitation to abuse
it would be better to stay dead,
but why would it get better?
death taunts one onwards, towards further destruction
promising an end to pain, but only beyond more pain still
“let me ride on the wall of death, one more time”
“let me ride on the wall of death, one more time”
“You can waste your time on the other rides, this is the nearest to being alive”
“let me take my chances on the wall of death”