A life worth

Nothing in value


Throwing it away

The end you take no pay


This is the hand dealt to me

Burning cards I must hold


Never a magic pill

All I know is the thrill

Forgoing the Crux

Our masterpiece

Frayed ropes raise

The crumbling edifice

This monument of success


Illusions are cast

By the shadows of flame

The best of intentions

Tend the biggest mistakes



Leads to a lack of morality

Rotting corpses

Fetid and festered


Nothing left to gain

When all thought

Rots in your brain

Nothing to lose


This visage of civility

Masks to assume the mantle

Of just gods

Faint is the ghost of brutality


Injured deeply

Unfair is scarcity

Unfair is the abundance

Limitless pain


I can understand the power of faith. To feel the cold kiss of the void is to wish for any way, and do anything, to avoid such a fate and feel the warmth of a loving and just god. This is our lot. To know we are so special, and to suffer every evidence to the contrary. The only hope one could find is in building or ensuring the the propagation of something greater. Something that transcends this world. Or to simply suffer every day knowing this world holds just pain and disappointment punctuated by tragedy. To have the realization that nonexistence is a preferable alternative to playing a bit part in a cosmic farce as cruel to us as we are to the lesser creatures around us.


Every moment is a death. Time’s march becoming shorter, waning in fervor. Every moment the death of not just a second. A soul leaves a body a thousand miles away, or in the next room. Entropy will have its payment. Every one of these seconds another cell dies in a fruitless division attempting to create some pale shadow of immortality, to buy another moment in time. Every living thing wanting it’s mark on the world to be made by being the last life, the first one to truly die alone. This is it, the futility in the whims of those doomed to death. Even the stars pay back their eons of borrowed time. Nothing can survive the eternity. Death itself will one day fall on it’s blade. The atoms will even one day be rendered, their constituents separated and made rigid in the cold. If there is something here it can never be destroyed. If there is nothing then, then there is nothing now.


No weakness found

In suffering


Live wire to the ground


Soft skin

Sloughs so easily

Calluses grant resilience

To the body and the soul

Deafening Silence

The words died on your lips

No voice not lost

In the deafening silence


Nothing felt

For those empty promises

Forgoing Inevitability


Human life inherently has no value. This is not a popular opinion by any means but is true nonetheless. Originally this idea will be unsettling. It goes against most things we are taught, and even feel in our lives. To be clear, I am not just talking about everyone else’s life, but my life as well. I found this both unnerving as well as freeing. It’s better to give you an example. Every day when you get full of yourself. When you look at your problems as all-encompassing and insurmountable. When you are crippled by your fear of failure and the blow to your ego that follows failure. When you cant follow your dreams because you would be an embarrassment to your family or self image. I want you to think of something. I want you to imagine yourself in one of the recent genocides. You could pick any of them, Hitler, Mao, Stalin. Imagine yourself as a lifeless corpse laying in a mass grave surrounded by other lifeless corpses. I want you to look into the glassy eyes of the corpse directly in front of you and realize something.

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