junksick
Bluelighter
Everyday there is a horror that seizes my heart and squeezes every soul drop out: I cannot tolerate much longer
Panic grips me at all sides and never lets go--"it is all around". Unfathomable. It's so realistic it's unrealistic... me, it'll come for me like the rest, it's nothing that can be put off. The world is the coffin of humanity
This is the ultimate engrained fear. I've tried prayer, meditation, belief in the after-life but it's all a dice-throw... as I think of it even now I cannot breathe, even if there is the high probability of an after-life; chances are miniscule that we get to retain our consciousness and that we get to meet our families
Rotting flesh, casket, wreathes, alters, funerals, red glowing fires that cast a shock on the audience whom time will introduce all of this too... get it through your thick meat skull, damn animals: it's going to be you: how the hell do you keep on living with this knowledge? Cheap handful of fairy-tales and booze
Is it any wonder the state of being is as it is. Life is a game devised to keep our mind from the one thing we where bred to achieve; sweet oblivion. Pandoras box opens yet another evening of chill horror, blunt the brain with all manner of poisons, keep it from yourself yet another night. We all walk hand-in-hand through different levels of this
Do something for me, humanity: close your eyes and ponder on it. See it coming. Maybe not now maybe not in a 100 years... but no matter how far, far off it is it's really right around the corner. Don't let the calming thoughts slip in, the bias, the pretend, no... let true terror strike inside and see what it's like. This is what it is to be human--you will one day close your eyes and never ever open them again here or anywhere else
Death.
Panic grips me at all sides and never lets go--"it is all around". Unfathomable. It's so realistic it's unrealistic... me, it'll come for me like the rest, it's nothing that can be put off. The world is the coffin of humanity
This is the ultimate engrained fear. I've tried prayer, meditation, belief in the after-life but it's all a dice-throw... as I think of it even now I cannot breathe, even if there is the high probability of an after-life; chances are miniscule that we get to retain our consciousness and that we get to meet our families
Rotting flesh, casket, wreathes, alters, funerals, red glowing fires that cast a shock on the audience whom time will introduce all of this too... get it through your thick meat skull, damn animals: it's going to be you: how the hell do you keep on living with this knowledge? Cheap handful of fairy-tales and booze
Is it any wonder the state of being is as it is. Life is a game devised to keep our mind from the one thing we where bred to achieve; sweet oblivion. Pandoras box opens yet another evening of chill horror, blunt the brain with all manner of poisons, keep it from yourself yet another night. We all walk hand-in-hand through different levels of this
Do something for me, humanity: close your eyes and ponder on it. See it coming. Maybe not now maybe not in a 100 years... but no matter how far, far off it is it's really right around the corner. Don't let the calming thoughts slip in, the bias, the pretend, no... let true terror strike inside and see what it's like. This is what it is to be human--you will one day close your eyes and never ever open them again here or anywhere else
Death.
