Closer to the End
Waking to a greater hell everyday
Trying to hold on to what makes us human
Knowing, feeling how sanity frays
And any given juncture's slow consuming
Much further from birth than death
A giving of boundless depth
I might be living
Wasting breath
This might be life
But I am much closer to death
This is the closer to the end
Imminent infinite return
Why is it so taboo
To admit that you're afraid?
Primitive repulsion
Life aware is life dismayed
A grave is a portal to the stars
Of which we are
Life within a reservoir
Of infinite capacity
Balance is the synthesis
Of being and nothingness
Garrulous antithesis
Futile tenacities
A grave is a portal to the stars
Of which we are
Life within a reservoir
Of infinite capacity
Balance is the synthesis
Of being and nothingness
Garrulous antithesis
Futile tenacities