Saturday, November 21, 2020

morbid curiosity (poem)

death is an ominous mystery
one I so desperately want to solve

for fear of returning to the void
 

before my birth I knew only oblivion
but knowing life makes the return horrifying
what is it like to become nothing

to have consciousness cease entirely

I would love to believe in afterlife
in the continuation of my self
but I was born out of death

it has fed me and clothed me

knowing one day I would be its to claim

it's only fair to accept the deal

to live only to die.
 

-Zero

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