Friday, 7 June 2013
08:20:17 AM (GMT)
How would it feel?
Knowing I'd not care
Knowing your final moments are just like the rest of them
Barely a speck on this godforsaken place
And I could end you with as much pain as you brought coming here at all
A sickening justice, but justice all the same.
Because that's all that really matters, right?
Right and wrong, good and bad, NO.
You're all just perspective, you're all the same, so how will it feel?
Oh what a beautiful crisis it would be,
Chaos and a cacophony of noise, wet, warm, cold death.
Your existence barely marks itself on a map, so why do you care?
It's funny. The way all of you squirm, like there's a god that really cares.
It's adorable really.
In the most repugnant of ways.
How will it 'feel' when you're in blackness, to feel nothing at all
Oh the sweet justice of truth.
This is my perspective.
This is my truth.
Last edited: 8 June 2013