Life,

Life is a void, a never-ending struggle to the end.

A death-like slumber threatens to embrace me.

I want to welcome it, I want to hide.

The pain of death will hurt, but it will not last.

It will end, unlike the ceaseless suffering that is my life.

The eternal bath of hate lives in me.

I’m washed in it daily, cleansed of all humanity.

The world has turned its back on me.

So, the world has the power to hate as well.

Life is but an empty shell full of abilities:

Abilities to love, and those to hate.

Most choose the latter and relish in its power.

Dreams,

Dreams are the mind’s journey into one’s self:

What was, what is, what will be, what should be.

Dreams pervert the mind into thinking life is good.

They tell of wonderful and glorious things,

Things that happen rarely, and only to certain people.

Never do they show reality, the hate the world holds.

Those dreams are identified as nightmares.

Nightmares show reality and what is,

The ugliness that is called life.

Myself,

I am an entity with no purpose save to be hated.

I am incapable of being loved, being cherished.

The pools that are windows to my soul,

They have been void for so long now.

I’ve put on a mask of happiness for the world.

It still taunts me.

I dare not feel anymore, it would only cause pain,

Endless pain, will it never stop?

And so now I sit in the deep seclusion of my world,

Hoping to finally reach the end of the pitch black tunnel.

This is my life, what people call humanity.

I see black nothingness in my future,

Pain and Suffering my only companions.

I contemplate on my friends and family,

The people who supposedly care about me.

Of my family, I see my mother, who always loves me;

Of my friends, only two are true, only two I could trust with my life.

I continue into death.

The only peace I can obtain is the never-ending sleep.

Death, come silently, I wish to go in sleep,

Do not wake me, but take me away.

Fly my broken spirit to the land of the dead,

Where I may finally embrace peace.