Sweet Death
I am the darkness that seeps into your light,
I am the torment that twirls, whirls and chokes,
Anything in its sight.
The sun scowls down at me,
The sky trembles,
The sky hides,
Behind its clouds of fear.
I stop,
Stand,
Stare.
I take a good look,
At this pathetic world.
Dopey peasants pattering around,
Peddling insignificance,
Exchanging naught and zilch.
They will gasp soon,
They will promise anything,
They will grasp at what lies around them.
What is radiating in their emptiosphere?
Upstairs?
In their bottomless pits of wonder?
Don’t they see?
What great feelings I bring?
The sweet feeling,
Of no feeling.
Warmth comes,
The greatest warmth they have ever felt,
The longest sleep they will ever get,
The blackest dreams they have ever sought.
Ahhhh,
They cannot forsake,
This pathetic world.
Ahhhh,
If they only knew death,
They would embrace it.
Ahhhh,
Sweet warmth,
Sweet zilch,
Sweet calm,
Sweet death.
There is no phone ringing,
There is no adolescent singing,
There are no appointments,
There are no more disappointments.
They don’t exist,
You don’t exist,
You will feel,
As if,
you never existed,
At all.