writing It's just not the same

[Ferret Girl 2,642]

We know not our own.

We are slaves, we are slaves.

In our homes , here we stand.

Nothing changes, nothing ends.

Beginnings are just a cycle repeating.

 

My nostalgia is nothing but as faint reminder.

A shell of what was in a life that I should have had.

Nothing is our own, we will never know just what.

So we will walk this path with a curse.

This curse which will stare down upon us all.

Always waiting, watching from a distance,

You can feel the presence, but are in awe by the distance which it creates.

This distance will mean nothing.

 

So I walk from here to there, my oblivion, my only regret.

Here, already having ended, but not being able to end.

This pain is the same, and with this blood I am sane.

Is this pain real?

Tearing apart what is known in my heart.

Dance and dance, and laugh and cry.

I lost myself, once again in myself.

Enter this world in which I am forsaken.

WHY WON’T IT ALL BURN?

I JUST WANT TO BURN!

I enter the chasm, the pit, the fire.

Never forget me, when it’s your turn to die.

 

This world which is at it’s very most, unable to hold me.

My time to be, another day that passes.

Let sit, let rot my intention.

My views are led askew by the very feelings that derived them.

So I walk this lonely road, a path that was meant for me.

Time that seeks to destroy itself, taking away it’s own foundation.

Experience this, these words.

Take them yourself, spew them like I shall.

Never mind the stance I take, never mind the feelings I once held.

These words, forsake me so, let them burn LET THEM BURN!

All things that society indicates, points towards that conclusion.

I fear, what fear has not to offer, and by these means, I am not really afraid.

When i find that there is no answer, I look beyond the question.

Unto all fear and pain, let it dissolve.

Accept reality in ways unknown.

I breathe, only to be found breathless.

Watch me as this last breath leaves me.

I do not know what for.

These words I write, in order, or not.

Altogether, and forsaken not, damned perhaps, forgiven… I presume.

 

 

-David Favret