Death

Death (by me)

Hopelessly awaiting
The day I will be reaped
The Greek tragedy’s revival
A whole lifetime seeking
Caught between non-existent lines
Belligerent confrontation
Lightness, weight
Unintelligible divergence
Unimportant choices
Irrelevant corollary
Non-tying artificial burdens

Vacuity
Fear

Worms spitting out saliva
Flesh-disintegration eve
Larvae sprouting out
Swimming
A sea green ocean
Of festering tissue
Liquefied body
Jaws biting
Dismembering
Dissecting

It’s 00:50. I am standing on the threshold of what is going to be an endless night. Everything looks so quite, I am really away from the hectic sounds of people’s murmur. It’s still raining. I can hear no more the droplets crashing against the walls. Even the lurking semblance of the droplets’ dead bodies on the windows has gone unheard. Like serpents of water they vanish, leaving no trail. Under deep silence I remain. There’s nothing else, but my thoughts. An eclosion of incongruity and incoherence arises in me. Inconsistency shows itself, as the hellish choir in my head starts to distort. The voices, my own voice, they get distant. They diminish in strength, they become weaker and weaker, till they get lost. Everything is so quiet, too quite. Only I can feel my thoughts mourning for someone who has past away. Fearing the inevitable and bewailing the unchangeable. I suppose that someone is probably me. I gazed into the abyssal depths of existence and the chaotic whirl dragged me down. I am now the abyss that I was so terrified of. I have touched the core. My existence is naked. I destroyed everything that was me, I destroyed everything I once had. I mindlessly decided to embrace despair and certainty. Death has become into my way of existence, I am at its disposal. Death owns my whole existence. I am dead. Only vacuity will ensue.