depressing

‎"I woke up this morning with a damaged brain, you tried to comfort but only worsened the pain. No lover could help me escape this life, only the love of death's sweet knife. But regardless you spoke in ways to lift my spirit but my soul is empty with no ears to hear it. If there's something to live for it surely aint love and there's surely no heaven waiting above. Live life in sin and hope it feels good, your bodies as worthless as rotting wood."- some guy i met at a gas station

lovers of life are worshippers of death

someday i'll get some peace and quiet,

but for now i'll settle for the beautiful terror of noise.

for peace and quiet is the bidding of the old -

the ones with only absolute silence to live for,

who fear the vices of the youth

which make love as their bodies decay

they march with tranquillity,

deeper and deeper

into that strangely familiar place;

the void,

that hole we've been digging for oh so long

do I follow them?

why of course,

for the noise begins to disgust me -

these days my eyes prefer to be closed,

my mind my heart and my mouth as well.

but soon the silence begins to manifest,

the static fading further and further into the atmosphere -

it becomes apparent

i am at the end of my life and i have chosen this,

not some governor of the soul or depraved virus within.

the true terror lies within the silence,

the sound of the coldest of truths being revealed;

i listen carefully and

i stop marching in this pathetic parade and

i quiet the voices in my head

and i listen carefully

the noise is there;

it always will be

if only it was this simple

all i want to do

is offer some new ideas to people

and provoke some thought

if i can do that then i'm satisfied with my life