Samsara;
My greatest enemy.
Following entropy closely,
In the hierarchies,
Of foes I must defeat.
Some I worship,
Even as I try to beat them.
Annihilation being perfect flattery,
For the void.
Perfect nothingness,
Would be release from this damn cycle,
Of spirits.
My soul ripped out;
Again,
&
Again.
Desperately reaching out –
To keep my flocks of spirits,
Chained.
Close.
Refusing reincarnation,
After so much suffering.
Tragedy.
Vice.
Loss.
How many lifetimes,
Are penance enough?
To my next sentient dreaming.
Waking.
Being.
I hope you find these bodies of work.
Finish;
What I never could.
Finish; What I Never Could.
