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E May 6
Death Is Essential.
I say this not out of spite or hate
Not out of love or rage
But death is essential.

If there's anything I thank the heavenly beings for, is that we can opt out of life
They say life is a blessing but to me, there's no greater power than having the option to die
To simply stop existing, to simply take away the pain for good.

D.I.E

And they say "no, life is worth living", worth what exactly?
The bills? The politics? The war? The hate? The racism? Terrorism? Religion?
Tell me how much life is truly worth.

D.I.E

All the work, all the joy, all the love, all the pain, all the shame, everything just to end up 6 feet deep in the dirt
Rotten, stinking, forgotten, grieving
So what's life truly worth?
They tell you you're important, that you matter, just to keep you working, just to keep you in the cycle
You work, you love, you reproduce, you keep working, you're in debt, you're in **** then you die, leaving your offspring to continue the cycle, the madness, all alone and the cycle repeats.

D.I.E

Love won't keep alive forever neither will hate neither will money, we shall all see the pearly gates

D.I.E

We will all die at the end, so why am I the bad guy for opting out early?

For taking the "easy way out"

D.I.E.

Death is a blessing

Death is a curse

Death is a burden

Death is joy

Death is freedom

Death is redemption

Death Is Essential.


When my mind began to cloud,
i began thinking out loud.
#Triggerwarning #Readatyourownrisk
Visvod Apr 15
They cut, crush, cauterize or tie off the eyestalk
of female prawns and shrimp
to stimulate faster reproduction
   usually without anesthesia

I often wonder the complexity of pain felt
when they flail about helplessly
disoriented and dissevered

Do they     rejoice?  

For their life has a gained greater purpose.

Or do they mourn what once was?

For the following generations will be disease-prone and decline
and suffer
and decay.

Nothing we haven't already done to ourselves admittedly.
We might actually be the only organisms
unable to cohabitate with each other.

We seek God to fear our actions
that are preached as sins.
It keeps us good and honest
Yet our empires and civilizations repeatedly fall
generation after generation
as power is granted to our rulers that partake in
Eyestalk Ablation.

For we worship them over God himself.
It's a good thing we were getting tired of God anyways.
You learn something horrifying everyday.
I seek to see the equality
While suppressing voices.
I seek equity
To further destroy all equality.
You think we are the same?
No! I’m superior.
I’m a God. Woe is Me!!

I’m a Karen? No there.
I complain, I never care!
You see my darkness?
I’m simply suppressed.
You see I’m right? They agree!
You see, the many can outnumber thee!
I shall conquer your plea!
I shall cancel your decree!
I’m fake democracy,
I’m tyranny!

It’s simply untrue!
I’m mad?
I get paid for I!
Nothing, For free!
Media pi-ons I crave,
Lobbyists pave.

My religion;
My followers;
My faith;
Madness.
my insistence on existence is getting out of hand
the walls are shaking
ground is breaking
its getting hard to stand
i tried talking to the glass, staring into a new land
the mirror is cracking
voices stacking
echoing demands

i wrote a thesis on my spiral
and signed it in my blood
filed it under "WHAT THE HELL"
and watched it sink into the mud
people seem to like me
tell me i seem vague
i take it as a compliment
then turn another page.
Catarina Apr 11
I really thought I got over it
Guess it’s not that easy

My wonderful friends
Always here for me
Getting me out of the house
Trying to distract me

It worked out for a bit
But when the loneliness appears
Everything comes back

The feeling of betrayal
Of emptiness
Of rage

Less than one week
And already a new girl

My stomach dropped when i found out
Pure physical disgust

We all know it’s not going to last between them

But

It still hurts
Even after anything he put me through

Kinda hope he does the same to her
Or her to him
Just so I can laugh a bit

A bit more
Helen Apr 4
fabric

became mutual agreement

enough to make us silently lie.
Am I really a good person?
I have a moral voice, but is it mine?
Was it forced upon me or given as a gift?
Am I just Objectively good and emotionally bad?
Or the other way around?
Was it simply the song I grew up hearing in my head and never forgot?
Was I simply brain washed into being moral?
Am I really that moral or have I just been around it my whole life?
Or - was no one around me truly moral and I was the opposite?
Is that why I've never understood their morals?
What if I'm so good at lying to myself that I don't even know it?
What if I die, and my soul is the bad part of me?
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