I Die

I lay down Secured in night’s fold, I sleep Death appears, a veil in the pitch Is the pitch The lucent roil of molten souls The stench of sweat in the whispering dew Subtle signs of life amidst the carrion Reapers among the sleepers A flowing mantilla creeps across the nuance of slithering soil dwellers […]


Death. I ask of it nothing. No rebirth. No afterlife. No awareness. No Godly residency. No fiery torments nor sensual pleasures. No yearnings nor needs. Only the peace of absolute nothingness. How glorious then death to forsake the continuation, the damnation of want and suffering. To feel nothing, to know nothing. Having only eternal nonexistence, […]