Death II

Death II (by me)

Death spiraling up and down

The twisted roots of the tree of despondency

Swirling like a swarm of locusts

Across time and space

Inexorably erasing my will to live

Uninterruptedly making me die

Joy born, by and from, life

Is just a dread mask

To smother sorrow in non-realization

Turning life in a lengthy consolation

The ultimate aim of life is Death beyond Death

An aimless aim

I am quite reluctant to relinquish my focus on this topic. It could be said that it is taking everything away from me: my strength, my will to live, my ability to believe and my ability to symbolize and fantasize. It is unacceptable. I really do not understand how people manage to resign themselves to the heartless reality that surrounds them. Maybe they find something that makes up for all the suffering that the complex phenomenon of life conveys. But, in my own experience, I have always found solitude, pain and despair; the three pillars in which the foundations of my existence are based on.

I want to clarify that mine is not a pessimistic view of life, it is just a down-to-earth approach to existence.

People usually live their whole lives inhaling the pestiferous stench that from their obsessive, almost-blind optimism stems. In spite of the fact that their lives are devoid of meaning and fraught with futility and suffering, they just go on, hoping for a new dawn to come. But, when the sun never rises, days freeze and hope is lost.

I think that people are not completely aware of the ruthlessness, impartiality and ordinariness with which Death works. I really do not bother about the fact that people accept death, so much as the blithe and idiotic way they do it.