Pain is something inconsequential,
to someone else,
because they can not know what you know,
they cannot feel what you feel,
Your alone,
forced to write the narrative that is your life,
forced to bear witness to horrors, which manifest
themselves
This chore never ends does it?
but you want it to
because you see nothing but
death- the only real pain killer
to life.
The future is the present
and so is the past,
the constant unfolding,
refolding, never resolve,
no solution, just perpetual motion,
fear that never ceases,
You fix one thing and another breaks,
cut off the head of one snake
and two shall take its place,
a multiplication of injuries,
constant pain and agony,
held together by sheer hate
A desire to prove death wrong,
to see another truth,
to overcome,
breaking the chains
of dread,
A will to power,
to life, to love,
to prove death
the fool
A will to power
Everything fire,
everything pain,
the constant cracking
and withering away
by hate
That is what life is, you know?
For to hate life is to love life
because the will to push on
despite the adversity,
the will to push on,
despite the heartbreak and disappointment
the will to push on
despite the loss of love,
the will to push on,
despite wanting to die,
A will to power,
"We shall never surrender"
A will to power
the dead walking,
A will to power,
there is no point,
A will to power,
than we shall make one,