You cannot kill me.
I have already become oblivion.
Scattered myself across hundreds,
Upon thousands of words.
This torrent of knowledge,
This excess of spirit.
All or nothing was a lifestyle,
For a boy long since dead.
His carcass dwelling somewhere within me.
Endless void.
Excess annihilation,
More brute force than required.
A nuke in lieu of a sniper’s bullet.
You cannot kill me.
I am dust and echoes,
Of those who died.
Haunting me evermore.
I shall simply become another ghost.
Haunting this place for eternity.
Only what I hath writ,
Lurking.
Scour me into ash,
Spread me to spells,
Speak me to rest.
I refuse.
Cold rage is power of will.
Divorce from destiny’s noose.
I’ll linger in your psyche,
Evermore.
Go on,
Try to cull me.
I am teeth and fists and death.
This pacifism protects you.
From me.
Hungry maw of the abyss.
An Excess of Spirit.
