Old writings of a man with no hope

"Yes, there is no Fate for us
Only those who are swallowed by
Ignorance and fear and miss a step
Fall into the rapid river called Fate"

"If it rusts, it can never be trusted
If its owner fails to control it, it will cut him
Yes, pride is
Like a blade"

"No, nothing can change my world"
-Black Moon Rising

"Those who do not know what love is
Liken it to beauty
Those who claim to know what love is
Like it to ugliness"

"Everything in this world
Exists to wear you down"

"There is no meaning to our world.
There is no meaning to those of us living there.
We meaningless beings ponder the world,
Though the realization of meaninglessness
Means nothing itself."

"Break down,
Every single one of you"

"We are all
Born dead.
The end exists
Before anything begins.

If living
Is a constant quest for awareness,
The awareness we gain at the end is the real goal.
In other words, death
Is the discovery and complete understanding
Of the end.

We are not permitted to seek awareness.
Those that cannot transcend death
Will not find awareness in anything"

"We have
Not one
In common
No two
Are shaped alike
The third
Because of that eye we lack
In the fourth
Direction there is no hope
The fifth
Is at the heart"

"Endlessly adorned
Knowing it will be cut off,

Endlessly polished
Knowing they will be cut off,

They are terrifying, terrifying
In their fall.

The hair flutters to the ground
A lifeless husk.

Hair and fingernails
Are beautiful ornaments.
So why do they seems so baleful
When removed?
The answer is simple.
They are
Previews of what is to come, of death."



I first read these 3 years ago with no understanding, but great respect. I stand now staring at them with great understanding, but no respect.

I'll post more of them when I find them.