Tuesday, March 27, 2018

Singsong

The appeal of death
Is the end of change.
The end of awareness
Of change seems like peace.

The peace is edged with horrors
To keep us from entering
Too easily, willingly.

The real reason why no one
Has ever come back,
The reason there are no ghosts,

Is because they forget us.
Peace, after this, is that good.
There is no wheel of rebirth.
There’s this, then escape from hurt.

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