Reality of Mortality

Thoughts gaping wide open
Teetering on the cliff of mortality
Morbid curiosity pulls me in
As I have lost my grip of reality

Plummeting through profound epiphanies
Confronting the unavoidable inevitability
I am only certain of my uncertainties
Unable to fathom a world without me

In futility, I constantly revolt and resist
Forthcoming the day where I cease
Catapulted into the vast, unsure abyss
A final swan dive into eternal release

Call it vain
But how does life go on?
Call me insane
Does the world turn when I’m gone?

As paranoid thoughts deepened this schism

Evicted by an uncompromising past
Ever present in the rear view mirror
Of an apprehensive mind, for alas
Finalities are closer then they appear

Claustrophobic cave in of my pessimism

I know not the day or the hour
That it shall all nonchalantly end
Incessant, the possibilities devour
Erratically, I wait for fate to step in

Morally questioned, my spirit scatters

There will only be one reservation
When I fall into the endless night
Beseeching the needed vindications
That infinity is not as hopeless as the fight

I constantly wage over this obligatory matter