"The cosmos is a mindless vortex;
A seething ocean of bind forces
In which the greatest joy
Is unconsciousness
And the greatest pain
Realization"
Still, darkness torments me
As I'm engulfed by light,
No thing beneath me
But the all-consuming sea
Death smells familiar
And its fumes ignite my eyes
Still, I see nothing
As I fall to my demise
"For what does it matter
Whether we suffer or not?
Our feelings are
The most trivial of incidents
In the unending cycle
Of existence"
A seething ocean of bind forces
In which the greatest joy
Is unconsciousness
And the greatest pain
Realization"
Still, darkness torments me
As I'm engulfed by light,
No thing beneath me
But the all-consuming sea
Death smells familiar
And its fumes ignite my eyes
Still, I see nothing
As I fall to my demise
"For what does it matter
Whether we suffer or not?
Our feelings are
The most trivial of incidents
In the unending cycle
Of existence"