Our end…

Sigma
Sigma
Nov 4 · 2 min read

He says… ‘find something’. Pretentious and original in some sense. In some sense, nonsensical.

I have a clog, a clog in my soul. Like a hairball in my chest. A hardball in my stomach.

My heart is black like coal; bone dry too.
No soul left in me, and no love for you either.
My eyes see, all there is. In you, in me…I cannot bear this…

Out there, no one ever really laughs. We’re all suffering deep inside, we’re all in pain. We are trapped behind our lies.

Oh our vanity, takes it/us all.
It’s the ‘arrogance’, you see, this ‘I’m cooler than thee’ that detracts from the rejoice that life brings.

It’s an absurdity… (Have I become…too?)

Overfilled with fake glee, expect do we, expecting to be, in a cinematic scene.
A stardom fee, spent on a romantic spree,
desperately wanting to be,
a King or a Queen.

How obscene…?

Like God wannabes we pose our needs…for attention, our gains and what not…
Why just our jobs? And not our privacy and children too. All a funny horror show,
spun out of control.

Like numerous clowns and fools,
once the caricature of the world, now loved and admired - for our absurdity.

Predestined to this end. On a trail to a silly demise, setting our past marvels in flames.
Decayed…rotten inside, the fire has scorched our souls deep. In our gloom — we accept this end, we assume it, and soon after,
we seize it;

‘Til we’re caught up,

in our End.

Sigma

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Newbie writer, philosophy addict, musician, storyteller.

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