Swimming in the Oblivion of Man

Written during a very dark time in my life:


Find me in the mirror that I've swam in for so long, because I'm drowning in myself; my thoughts, taking me deeper, deeper, deeper; closer to the surface of oblivion that calls my name with every heartbeat, the grave these hands of mine have been digging since my eyes opened to the world and all its virtue, its pain, its wind which freezes the broken hearts of wounded soldiers of our age who fight everyday for a lost cause we call freedom, only to take a bullet from and for a thankless world who love their chains more than anything they can ever dream of, any ideal conjured by so-called "great thinkers" whose only achievement has been showing us what we're missing and how we're failing, faster, faster, faster than before, spinning, twirling, whirling towards our own oblivion, our own hell that we build with our own lonely words, our own lonely thoughts, actions, fantasies which people pay to see everyday, sometimes with their lives, which may be the best thing that ever happens to them because it frees them all, forever, amen.