| | Walking on a very thin dark line,
The edge of a black hole,
Taking each step carefully not to fall down,
Yet there are things pushing me,
closer and closer to the edge.
I wonder if they want me to fall in,
It would probably solve alot of things,
Make things easier for some,
For me most of all i guess, no more worry
No more pain. No more dark thoughts.
I have seen what lies beyond that rim,
Sweet and utter complete oblivion,
No more regrets, No more "What if"s
Just pure beautiful Nothingness
So now i go to take in a small part
of that nothingness through sleep.
I do not sleep much, if indeed at all.
I haven't done in a long time now,
but when i do fall asleep it is into
that sweet oblivion, almost beyond
the line, not quite, but very, very close
And No, its not supposed to be poetry, well not in the traditional sense, its just a way of writing that i have developed over the years, it follows no proper rules, and it quite probably sucks, stricktly litterally speaking, but i don't care, i need towrite every now and then, and how i write is completely up to me, and ifanyone feels offended then my honest oppinion is that you can kiss my ass.
To make things a bit more clear, I don't care about anything, i have lost faith in humanity, in the well-meaning of man. We're all egoistic bastards anyway.
To quote Mr. Marshal Mathers aka Eminem,
"I'm going to hell, Who's coming with me ?
Good night, and may sleep bring you happy dreams, or perhaps lack of dreams.
Sometimes that might be the greatest gift you can recieve.
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