Saturday, May 21, 2011

What I see is already empty
and movements are painful
nothing should have happened.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Deathly Dreams

Humans think we will get something better then what we live with in the real world. We want to believe a higher something is out there. We all must live for something even if we just live for our death to go into heaven or have some kind of a better afterlife. I am believing that there is no heaven and just no afterlife at all. Our imaginations and dreams want us to be something and to claim the best, but in the end is just the end. There is nothing else to come from anything. I am sick and tired of living and just rather die. So in my death I imagine I go nowhere and not even become a ghost. I just die and so does all of humanity because I dreamt everyone up I ever met.

Monday, May 9, 2011

Tough Ground

I didn't know what time has done when a building of rust was created.
It lasted for about three years until someone got cut, bled, and died.
Drained of life and soul, no one could keep you.
You wallowed in fallow dirt and grimy soil.
I constructed an immaculate grave stone that stands there
commemorating the death you owned.
Surrendering details of digital filth,
weeds crowd the stone
no one sees it now.