a forever hallway
longing for an end
sharp knives that help us take a fall
devils embedded in the walls
angles in the near distance
saving us in their heavenly ways
silence so deafening
a pin world be ear piercing
so solitary
no living being surrounding your view
but in all the silence you are never really alone
you are built with inner demons too
slaying you from the inside
navigating yourself to humanity
is so unfamiliar
the would educates us
that in the end
you are alone
your parents pass
the world spins
everyone dies at some point
just at what time is still unknown
and after all the loneliness
you eventually die
and the world still spins
an endless suffocating loop
a solution has not been found
running to a dead end
with knives
this is no poem
about a long silent hallway
its the harsh truth about the human existence