Salvation
poem by:
Nihil
Written
on Oct 10, 2018
Sorrow
Pain
Restless Nights
In strain of endless fights.
There is a flow in the being, holding thoughts, ideas, emotions -
leading to unknown draught.
Vast majority of us is being torn with it, it blinding, feeding off thoughts, ideas, diversity.
They are without will, they are just filled with pure hope. Hope to be free, but they don't liberate themselves.
Broken love or other scars, just let your soul be harmed and you will start to sink, sink with the undertow.
Beneath the flow.
Into harsh reality.
You start to see and feel.
Start to embrace -
suffer.
Now look through barriers and bring fire, blackness, crush, crush vulnerability!
When it creates life as a torment, ones world shatters. Small fragments of a mind emerge, spread across ones existence, damaged beyond repair. A soul will leak, awareness will peak.
It is blasphemy against the practices of the community.
Questioning death, considering wrath.
Sorrow
Pain
Relentless fights, for deliverance
touching self-deceit.
After the thoughtful burst, eternal flames disturb joy and lust. Forever. You won't get up towards the flow again, to stop thinking.
And still, trying to overthink ends in memory loss. Only accept and cry in excruciating pain. It is your price for being foolish and letting your heart get harmed by the good side of things.
You can't relive. You can't enter forgiving, holy paths.
Destiny will make it a hopeless void you're wandering through, with a hellish touch to it.
Suffering stops only with the battling with oneself. But this conflict is eternal - weakness will make you dependant. Ultimate power will separate you from needs. Needs of love, satisfaction, joy.
What may seem to be plain torture without sense will be the mission to understand and learn hate, distress, nothingness.
Internalisation for enlightenment.
Internalisation of what is dreaded amongst the strongest of beings.
What is you needs to be mighty. Eventually extinguished.
Detachment from rights and wrongs as the way. Secession from bonds for inner strength. Breakaway.
Crystal pure your stream of thoughts must be. It strives to become a vicious plan.
Succeed and break the laws of the flow, you are the only one to help yourself.
And it is the only way.
Most will be eviscerated alongside the flow when it reaches the unknown draught. And with them their ideas, thoughts - their uniqueness.
But as long as one wonders and fights, he can see and really feel life - turn off deceiving lights from the flow.
You can collapse, but you will also last. Your mind will last.
Tears will put their sigil onto your work.
Continually sink down, down the abyss towards enlightenment. Most complete, yet so undone.
Oh my heart
Set me free
Until all eyes close.
That is the end.
That is Salvation
