03.08.09...... on sorrow.
In those sorrowful tears, those that, in their daily reflections, fear shimmered so fiery to become all they saw. Lost to all but his soul’s shadow, to become it maybe, or pacing like flickers in the dark ends of his mind, just an incomplete negation battling with the question of his existence, yes, that fateful cursed question came to tear at him, held open his feather light arms to were poison was given passage in sail to his inner kingdoms, the city burns, these were his battle scars.
To manifest into this place, seemingly unrecognisable to him was his sin, was this by his own innate divine will as too wish himself into existence from the memory of the dust of the stars? the burden of not having chosen to come into this world and be in expression would be the death of him, so why not contemplate on non existence? why not contemplate on it if at times the constant conflicts rip through the fleshes of his ever fragile soul, spirit bleeding out onto the hot ashes of the ground scented for night scavengers to trail and follow, to be left paralysed in his eternal, frightful, fragmented expression.
Those broken, shattered remains of his being lost to the blackness of space such like never to be found. Only whispers from here to there, memory glitches of past lives plays torment, apparitions of himself seem as demons eternally hunting for his soul, they stalk him like wraithlike hungry ghosts of times never mentioned, its frightening.
the fiery hell of the gods was never on the outside.
Breathe becomes meaningless, transcend to contemplate what’s beyond it, to dream becomes the only way, to became master of the many lives he became, timeless in his own afflictions, dazed and delinquent, to become lost, or found.. were ever in this dark space he remains.
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I dont even know why I clicked on your name but im glad I did "the burden of not having chosen to come into this world and be in expression would be the death of him, so why not contemplate on non existence?" hmmm interesting lines, means so much more to me(sure many can relate)
