'This Is The Beginning of Nothing'

'the final beginning'

Through my veins, as it filters thru my heart, and settles gleefully in my brain.. Is the most pure type of pain. It flows in my body. It eats at my soul. Each day of living, is a further deconstruction of my very essence. A deficient DNA, the gift of plight that keeps on giving. I can feel it. It lives and is aware. A pain that is proficient at its purpose. What a hah, they call it living.. when each day I can feel death taking his daily ration. The imperfection knows. It is aware that to take the whole soul, is to end the misery. So its a slow real time decomposer. Like a mortgage that little by little, takes and takes, and when the final payment is done... the home falls to its knees. 

Joy can often blind you. Pain it lets you see. A puppy can be delightful and still not give a smile, but a nibble from its jaw will give you a frown everytime. Like time, pain never fails. Not the pain that you receive when you stub your toe, but the ailment that scars the emotions. Hate, before I held for hate. Then I altered and searched for a way to love it. But now, I just want to understand it. We fear the unknown, so I must really adore pain, because I know it too well. But I don't know the personification of it, for many have suffered worse than I. Yet pain is pain and none is pleasant. Is it normal to hate every thing in existence? And what if your cares are so minute, that the question is irrelevant. Forget my words for they are flowing from the same water fall and drenched in the same liquid, that ever induces belligerence. I hate and love to hate and love. And while I know no victory, I always hold regret. 

-DD

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

this questing is very close to my heart/brain edgy soul whatever you wanna call it~ having been eaten down and spat out raw from early onward what usually happens is at first we hurt something awful~ as time progresses and more hungry little creatures come at you from the side with their own brand of pain~ you become numb and nonchalant~ to EVERYTHING~ than swoops down detachment which is a curious place to be from which to disassemble patters of pain and peruse them from all angles without reliving all those little scabs~

as for death and its everyday kiss~ I suppose it all depends on personal history how we approach it~ but that feeling of its beak taking little bites from our body bread constantly is a feeling I know very well~
excellent deep dives through the mind~ these are the inner quests that lead to the deep wells of understanding or more questions~ =)~

[Walter Scott Morrison]

Very edgy and powerful

[Introspective Mind]

Flowing expressions...
Very interesting and thought provoking contribution.
Regards,