Adoration

The sun shines its rays on the days that pass,
Closer and closer this signals our death.
The moon illuminates the night children,
I am but one of them.

I am but one of many,
In this world that we live as humans.
Pain is what makes us exist,
To know the existence of our own existence.

Sleepless nights I have,
Over thoughts of you.
Fantasies that I live out in my head,
But it's the pain that make them so.

Still you haunt my dreams,
Still, I think I dreamed you to life.
Realities that I live out in my life,
But it's the pain that make them so.

Forever, forever,
The Shakespearean tragedies play on.
Am I who you think I am,
Or just an excellent method actor?

Five score foes have fallen at my feet,
Taken by the sway of my fist.
Those foes had but one name:
Nothing.

Punch, Kick, Scream,
The void doesn't hear you.
Be Still,
Oblivion falls into your submission.

Breathe.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Respire.

I feel nothing,
And nothing is terrifying,
Because it's the pain that makes it real,
And Nothing means no pain.

Strike,
While the Iron is still hot.
Mess it up,
And take a form it will not.

Yes, I have my doubts,
As do you all.
But live it all out,
Grateful I will.

Broken, shattered,
Barely breathing.
Still, I feel nothing,
I find no pain, no meaning.