I…
walk down the depraved boulevard
in search of a meaning for life...
Trip over sticks and stones that hurt
and rugged words that I’ve taken;
the pain deepens with more time so -
I’ve decided to take longer
because
pain’s part of the experience…
Pebbles, tossed at my abandoned soul;
which has taken its toll on bodies.
Around me I just see nothingness,
as if I'm living in my own domain.
I’m running from reality;
like life's the hunter and I’m the hunted.
I'll down the rest of life in abundance
and hope it knocks me off my feet
then hit the ground with such a speed
that I’m intoxicated with death..
…and hope everyone mourns that death;
the death of the pain-taker...
I pray that I -
feel the death, with the remaining -
emotions that I live for…
…but I am lifeless