Why?!?

A world of pain,
a place between places
where agony
is a constant companion
and comfort is a foreign concept

We don't live in an absolute

We're strangers in both light and dark,
musical notes at a pitch off the scales,
people being pulled apart
by... nothing

By inconsequential nothings,
things that we know aren't worth shit
and yet continue to kill

Things that ravage the masses
forever on a rampage
leaving carnage in their wake,
an unprovoked onslaught
of whole-sale slaughter

Things that forever continue to eat at us
whether we're aware of it or not,
acting as a force to balance out
any brief glimpses of hysteria

Those times when pain is expected,
when everything has been taken away
and all that matters in the world,
is eradicated
and your left looking on
laughing in the face of chaos

Letting yourself be torn to pieces,
set on fire
and blown away on the breeze,
in hysterics all the while

We call it insanity,
a world we can't understand...

What it is
is the other side,
a gift we get given,
the other side of the scale
a point we reach
after the shear amount of pain
breaks the scale

Many of us are given glimpses of this bliss,
a sun drenched shore,
a place apart from pain
but to find a home there
we need to be broken

We need to get taken,
taken so far forward
that we've broken in the back

There we can rest
living life at the back,
a beast born of bliss,
a creature immune to life's flack

But also
a creature that has no concept of consequences,
a creature that feels no Pain,
a creature who could comfortably kill.