Treasure Island

Nihil Existentia


Blackness So Overwhelming


Fruitless efforts to reach sanity...
Led me to this place of nothing...
Where none of it matters...
And where i am barely a being...
So fucking useless, i have no delusions...
Of my existence
Pointless efforts to claw my way out of this hole...
I ended up digging deeper...
This blackness is so overwhelming...
And not a day goes by that i don't think about ending it all
I see only ugliness...
Surrounding my existence...
Stupidity and ignorance...
Not a day goes by that i don't think about burning it all down.

Submitted: Friday, March 09, 2012
Edited: Friday, March 09, 2012

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  • Dave Walker (3/9/2012 3:32:00 AM)

    A very powerful poem, full of emotion.
    A fantastic write.
    May i invite you to read my new poem called,
    Lucid Dreams. (Report) Reply

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