Contemplation

Slumbering in the silence that gave birth to me,

I lay there contemplating the hidden secrets of life.

The weakness that for so many years made my life to a living hell

Had at length defeated my very will to continue an existence I despised right from the start.

No god there to save me; was there ever one?

Reflecting on this I slowly raised my head from the pillow I had rested on.

Shadows danced on the walls, laughing at me with their hellish grins.

My weary eyes followed their grotesque movements across the grey ceiling.

Desperation pervaded the dusk-filled room.

An air of depravity joined the gloom that surrounded my cadaver-like body.

It must have been a wondrous sight for you to behold my emaciated frame in

The grief-stricken chamber that witnessed the unholy hour of my birth.

It must have been a wondrous sight for you to behold my emaciated frame in

The grief-stricken chamber that witnessed the unholy hour of my birth.

There I lay in the depressing and pale grey.

At this instant my soul was grasped by despair.

A sense or aim in this life I could no longer see.

Would a bullet in the head forever set me free?

No god there to save me; was there ever one!

A sense or aim in this life I could no longer see.

Would a bullet in the head forever, forever...