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"My Death of Existentialism" by Esau

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Just an insane ride
And not another day
No more here this is the last
What was to be an endless fall
Has left me bleeding
Broken on this trembling ground
I use to fly
Everyday alright
Now I just die
Burning out of sight
Rage left over
Suffering lost in my worn cage
Entrapment of the heart
Stab it one more time
Kick it across the floor
I’m bathing in my blood
Demons wait beneath the water
Circling me at the scent of my soul
Alls well that ends well
And a soul that never was
Is a soul that can’t be lost
No soul’s a good soul
And the end of nothing is ok
Just another day
Like any other
Dying from day one
From birth to the grave
In search of our death
Looking for that transition
Label me dead
Label everyone
Just don’t let anyone ever get to you
Too good for life
Too good for me
Too live for this
Not for me anymore
Not my type
You’re still breathing
The dead don’t talk back
If you can’t breath then you can’t judge
Rearrange then disassemble
Fall apart at my feet
Beg for life from one who has none
Offer your blood to me
Look to me for solace
Just to find I see nothing
I see no one
There’s no one to see
Everyone is fake
I can’t see anything that’s true
Light is fleeting
And darkness over powers life
Adapt
Conquer
Destroy
I feel
But how do I know if I feel nothing
How do I know I’m feeling anything
My hands are calloused
Constantly hammering my soul on the anvil
Reshaping my life
Fitting into any twisted image
Being what everyone wants
Don’t know who I am anymore
Maybe my veins hide the truth
Do yours
One last question without an answer
Can you tell me who I am
I tried so hard to
I am the answer
And you are the consequence
We are departure
Left to walk blind on the straight and narrow
But this path is not so fruitful
Surrounded by barbs
Just a line of burning coals
Run across
Without being burned by life
Dodge the poisonous drinking pools
Just another set back in a backwards existence
There is no joy with my breath
Nothing good for goodness sake
No intrinsic value for my existence
The opposite of zero
There is no value
No positive outlook
No negative results
I’m getting nowhere
Life goes no place
Death is the only true adventure
On to Babylon
Move over the threshold




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On Thursday July 27th, 2006, GreyDividing (194) writes:
How do you manage to get out of bed in the morning? I'm just saying that if I felt the way that you sound...I would kill myself. Though, you probably shouldn't do that. Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. I'm just saying! Good write, h


On Thursday July 27th, 2006, GreyDividing (194) writes:
have a nice day.



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