Submissions by theunrealist

Its only a figment of my misery,
Truth distorted and twisted to match my horrible mood.
I'm aware of the unreality behind the notion, but its weight compressess my bones,
Its too heavy for me to remain motionless.
Any act in the manner I have in mind would be self destructive,
But im willing to scar myself just to lighten the load.
Even if its only for a moment,
Believe me, I will have my rest.

In those moments where I forget to breathe, I am reminded of how easily affected the spirit is by the movements of the material self.
When both are in sync,
And i engage the process of letting go of my effort, the Whole takes up the responsibility.
So that I can set my focus on higher functions.

Throughout this expedition to my peak, the most hindering obstacle has always been the wind of another's breath.
It takes only a sensitive receptor to see the top of the mountain.
That seems to be enough, until you first slide back a step.
My enemy is my environment,
Nature my nemesis.
My animosity toward this world is only a reflection of my contempt for its inhabitants.
I must maintain a certain numbness about me to make it, or a way to cut between and slip through.
I do not yet know how to go about this,
but I can no longer stand still,
Lest this all...

I am nothing.
Ive never been anything.
I just am.
I own nothing but love and fear.
Ive never done anything.
My existence is not significant.
My existence is not necessary.
But here I am.
Everything I've ever put faith in has shown itself to be false or faulty.
My nation is a manipulative and oppressive force.
My religion turned out to be a delusional hope and tool of control.
My God turned out to be nothing more than a process of my own brain.
The world I sleep in is more real than the one I wake up to.
I wont believe in myself and I cant...

Nihilisms brutal, how could you choose to live that way?
Coz everything is futile, life is glorified decay.
We're all dying, and I can't wait....
Each day simulates birth and death and everything between.
Next day is the same damn thing, how many hints did ya need?
Cradle to the grave to the cradle to the grave, makes plenty of sense to me.