Sunday, 28 October 2012

Unstoppable Images of Death


When everything seems to be against me
I feel like I am bound to a post
All and sundry throwing rocks at me
And me helpless to do anything but take it

When everything seems to be against me
The repulsive fantasies begin anew
Heralding my death in a myriad of horrible ways
Becoming all I can think about

Saturday, 27 October 2012

Trial By Fiery Water

As I step inside the cubicle
And feel the anticipation rising
I take a deep breath and
It smells like freedom

The relief is like a living thing

As the warm droplets slide across my skin
And I make the tiny room my home
I feel the tension leave my body
But I know it will end too soon

The fear begins to constrict my throat

Saturday, 20 October 2012

Swallowed By The Blessed, Awful Darkness

I awoke in utter darkness. The fear gripped me first, and my muscles snapped taut. I wanted to cry, but no tears came. I heard a low moan, and realised it was coming from my throat. I detected more than fear in it—despair maybe, something horrible. The sound reverberated off walls I could not see, echoing all around. I must be in some room, I thought. Only then did I realise this was only the most recent of awakenings in the gloom. The darkness was my prison, and as yet I had not been able to find a way out. 

I felt along my body. I didn’t have any clothes on. I was naked in the dark. I felt around for something, anything. My fingers touched something hard. It was long and sturdy. I slid my fingers along its length, found some protrusion. I pushed it. A light came on. In my hand was a flashlight. I stood up and looked around, moving the beam in all directions. I was in some kind of cave. At first it seemed like it was completely silent, but then I noticed the low, eerie hum in the distance. I swallowed, and it sounded very loud to me. There was only me, and nothingness. The flashlight flickered and died. I slapped it, and it turned back on. There was only me and malfunctioning equipment to help me get out of here, I corrected.

Friday, 19 October 2012

The Monstrosity That Is Hope

How to give words to nearly uninterrupted depressive thoughts and feelings in a way that remains fresh and interesting? That is, if its poison can be called interesting at all. I feel like little is changing: it is just unremitting depression, infecting my every thought, that basically feels like nothingness blended with disgust. It is listlessness sprinkled with despair. It is a cake that saps the life out of you with every bite you take.

Nothing changes, and yet everything gets worse, all the time. And then life confuses you when you suddenly have a fun night with friends, and everything seems alright for just a little while, but when they leave or you go home you step into the awful pit trap you have climbed out of numerous times before, and still you keep fooling yourself into believing there is no trap, and that when things are good they could actually stay that way.

Thursday, 18 October 2012

Apathy In The Face Of Finality


As I feel the days run out
Again
I ponder what to do with them
Again
The sense of déjà vu is
Overpowering
But the questions remain
To haunt me night and day
Should I finish this one story?
Should I get together with that friend
Just one more time?
Should I leave anything at all behind
In a certain way?

Monday, 15 October 2012

Born To Pay


I do not hate life. This might seem contrary to much that I have written over the past year, but it is true: I do not hate life itself. I do consider it futile, without purpose, and have many complaints, as I have been making abundantly clear. But despite the fact that I hold no hatred for life itself, I do despise my existence. I loathe being alive in this society, in this time. And, as I have stated many times, I thoroughly detest mankind. Man, and the society it has created, ruin it for me. And there is no place to go. The least unspoiled natural wonders and peaceful environments are inaccessible to me for a variety of reasons, not least among them the financial obstacle.