to eternally die a bit

 

To Eternally 

Die 

A Bit .

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And

where is your 

Truth

now

Dear Sufferer?

As you push your 

Boulder

further 

up Eternity's Lonesome

Hill?

knowing that

its

Doomed 

To 

Fall!

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You NEED This 

Madness...

it

is a Soothing Drug To 

you.

A Sugar Pill Placebo 

of

Fleeting

joy

which momentarily takes

away

Your Blues.

(until the next impending

boulders fall.)

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I've found  meaning in

your Lies.

and

My Meaning is to mock

you

till you REALIZE,

that 

you must do The Same.

make it up as you go along...

cling

till you no longer care

or

replace it with the Next 

New

Truth.

(Tomorrows Hated 

Lie.)

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The Moral of this fragment 

is...

that..

everyones scared a bit 

Their

"First Time."

but...

its not so bad after 

all..

once you learn.

(To Eternally Die a Bit.)

J.Stephen.H

Unfinished Rant

 

      Its hard to see the madness.

     When you've always been a

     part of it.

      You must be Crazy enough 

     to stand outside of it All..

     while grabbing The Ugly 

     Bull of Life

     by The Horns and screaming: 

     "My

     Lovely Sheep!!"

    you have always belonged!

    (to Me)

     

      "Welcome Home."

      "That Place 

     Old Familiar

     Strangers meet."

      (For The First 

       and

     Very 

      Last Time.)

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      My first death scared me a bit,

     because I had never died before.

     Never felt the Terror of Potential

     Nothing tearing at my Newborn

     Heart.

      Nor mistrusted (in my dying

     moment)

     The Fables of An Average 

     Youth.

      But Now (given the Realization

     we are All Eternally Dying 

     Beings) My Fears have been replaced

     by A Boredom which burns

     My Soul, and leaves me Gnashing

     My Rotted Teeth at Those Careless,

     Bastard Stars. 

      (Who have never felt what it is..

     to be Made of Scars,)

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      Shit...

     My Coffin...

     My Coffin is ill fitted..

     And This is quite The Opposite..

     Of being Laid To Rest;

      Hold me Fellow Broken

     Angel,

     in The Hours of My

     Loneliness.

      &

     See Through My Eyes The

     Blindness 

     We All Suffer as I struggle to

     see...

    A Candle...

     (flickering within me.)

      revealing fragments of 

     TRUTH..

      those Paintings on The 

     Caves Cold Wall.

     Drawn By Illiterate hands.

     (who could have built it all.)

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