Evil

There is no more love and I have no more life for 

there's no life above and you've not learned to live in a world

without false salvation,the one that's

free of blessed damnation, without

your Child, born to answer our questions

of life,

of love,

of man's descent

to death,

from life,

your life,

the one that's real,

the one where you can't assert a purpose,

where the only truth is the one you feel,

where fairy tales don't come between us,

where life ends in death,

because mortal minds can't be maintained forever,

and where the hereafter

isn't after

after all;

it's only here,

projected by ephemeral minds as

the crying voice of the blind

who fear solely to open their eyes

to truth,

to absolute knowledge:

the truth

of death

is that we rightly hold fear, for

when you accept

that we

can only know nothing

you'll know

that you

are all

you'll ever know and that

one day

you'll nothing at all

and that's

enough reason to be afraid.

Author's Note

I wanted you to think, and if you did, I didn't fail. I wanted more for you to feel something, and if you did, then I've succeeded.

Reviews

[Analiyslin]

i like this poem but u can tell that u were in a different time. of your life than oher first two. i love "mind-machine mechanic." that poem makes me vulnerable . in a good way. it makes me feel like I can put my guard down .I LOVE THAT POEM .