The weak body and mind Cannot avoid pain and sorrow One can never experience true happiness It is a numb bitter pleasure of ignorance Leap into the fires of life and cast out all hope of being quenched The desire for d**h comes from one who has seen, tasted and touched The misery of what existence has had to offer And once there is nothing left to desire Emptiness, the void of light Will embrace one's unfounded beliefs Life is a slavery of chains and linked like web's through broken dreams A burden to bury the unobtainable is a wisdom found in wounds of freedom Pure cold silence of earth beneath indulged through the great practice of suicide Blood flows across time and stops To force one's self to live through struggle and to fight d**h is a fear To grant one's self through d**h to find peace is a brave mastery There is no weak heart in the willing dead body There is weakness in the will to live on through torment and torture We are aimless in our being nothing will ever be known of the unknown Sweep yourself away in the echo of wind Such as does those leaves which break away from each tree branch Such as does each feather from the bird's wing Flee from the diseased breath of belonging You will never find the key to the gate which leads to the locked door Of the cure to all illness We are fragments of afterbirth We have created such indifference upon one another That only self destruction can cleanse us of malignant being Do not dissect the meaning of moments and memories they guide us in a circle There is only one way out, one way to escape the chaos And this way is waiting for you!