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Into DeathInto death,
Out of mind,
Gone from body,
All are blind.
Gone are we,
From the earth,
We are free,
No more mirth.
Upon our graves,
Are roses red,
To quell the fact,
That we are dead.
It is the inescapable dark of the night
And the end that all things must face.
As we came into being from nothing,
A consciousness formed from chaos
We shall return to nothing, and all be gone.
At the end our experience dies,
Like the rotting meat in the ground.
All our love and hate and fear.
It is but a farce. We are insignificant.
The universe passes us by with indifference.
We hold ourselves above the skies,
Believing ourselves immortal, as gods of myth.
Truth is much harder to swallow.
All action is inconsequential. Evil and good,
both are to be swallowed by the sands of time.
Reality is an illusion, so it's said.
It protects us from the nothingness.
The mind that sees is truly the mad one,
For in madness comes freedom.
Through freedom we can see that the end is all around.
Homebrewed NihilismOnce upon a time
There was a little lie
Its name was truth
And I believed it
But one day I realized
Truth was nothing but a name
And lie was all that really was
Well, some other day, on a rage
I killed truth
Because I couldn't stand the lie anymore
Now I weep
As I got no truth to follow
Nor a lie to believe
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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