sole am i
meat locker are we
apeiron births god
pith distills self
self distills pith
god births apeiron
we are locker meat
i am sole
already dead am i
nihil gestates genesis
corpse digests worm
bone ensouls flesh
flesh ensouls bone
worm digests corpse
genesis gestates nihil
i am dead already
damned am i
yesterday flays tomorrow
flesh exuvial are we
pitiless is time
time is pitiless
we are exuvial flesh
tomorrow flays yesterday
i am damned
alone am i
nothing begets thought
clay invents god
dust unbegotten are we
we are unbegotten dust
god invents clay
thought begets nothing
i am alone
nihil kills nihil
Nihil Kills
The Universe corrects itself
Each and every time
What seems to get out of hand
To be too much
Extremities
Always reach a breaking point
And what is dark and bleak
Will eventually see the light
Though it comes in varying forms
It will arrive
No matter how far you have gone
No matter how high you have risen
No matter how deep of hole you dug
No matter how bruised you have gotten
The sun will rise
The moon will set
The storm will cease
The fog will lift
To fix what is broken
And reset what is fixed
All the while
The Universe keeps breathing
--
It's all in your head.
It's all in your mind.
One day, you'll be dead.
One day, you'll be hard to find.
We say, "we wish we could fly."
We say, "Give us some time."
They'll work you till you die,
They'll work you till you commit a crime.
Freedom is only in your head.
Freedom is only in your mind
I found the monster in the mirror, fleshed stitched with the fear of guilt, a puppet bound by veins. With whispers of rot beneath each breath.
I fed it well, fed it lies, fed it fear, greased its tongue with my own deceit. Till the shadows spoke in cadence with my voice and I knew there was nothing left to redeem.
I chewed on my own skin, hoping to purge the beast gnawing from within, each tear a prayer to silence the beast, but all that I tasted was the stench of my own decay. The bitter rot that was me. The truth suffocated me, and in that suffocation i became the beast.
To be yourself-ish
Or to be yourself-less
That is the question:
It's like not knowing yourself
to be “yourself” that you'll be
everyone else but you
But knowing yourself
that being yourself
cause all but hurt for you
If they know themselves
they’ll save themselves by
knowing they can't save you
So you think to yourself
To end yourself to
spare them the truth
But don't refuse yourself
and turn yourself-less
It's okay to be yourself-ish
Got to be yourself-ish
or remain yourself-less
Both are all but hellish
Lose yourself or
Warp yourself
None can offer help
And yet. I could care no less
The answer, I shall relish
Forever, I’ll cherish.
Every tourist shares a trait;
they're walking, talking, f*cking bait
Who fog up our Earth's finest places
With fat wallets and fat f*cking faces
If you live in a City or by the sea
I'm sure you'll likely, mostly agree;
These scavengers of our landscape may pay cash
but leave in their wake a disgraceful dash
I admire their carelessness;
why should I have any?
The crimes of the few are the crimes of the many
I think I'll be a tourist
And maybe we'll see…
I'll be ‘that c*nt from another country’
How do you feel about; every day,
Usually nine to five,
Doing something that you hate
Just to stay alive?
Your car, your house, etcetera,
The bills that all come too,
Surely everything you need
Depends on what you do
I work to do as little as possible;
F*ck the world and its rules.
I've done whatever the f*ck I like
For most of my life. Them fools.
At times it sucked, sometimes twas good,
We all know how it goes.
But money never was a thing
That kept me on my toes
So if you're taking anything
at all from this rhyme,
I'd say that money buys a lot,
But doesn't buy you time
I could fill a bottle with air,
sunken by liquid depression.
A matter so densely populated.
by false hope and worthless thoughts.
I cower to my need to feel this way,
for this was the path I chose.
and this is the shoe I must eat.
God be damned, and I damned me.
So yes, I'll be having another,
and another, and another,
until the floor quakes.
under the pressure of shattered glass.
and the walls give in to my blows.
And F you for saying a word to stop me.
Don't you know who I am?
You are the son of Adam,
and I am the afterbirth, less than.
Earth can't decompose me.
because I don't deserve the mercy of death.
So, my heart will pump and my liver will fill
and this darkness will swallow me.
until I am nothing but matter.
enveloped by all things vile.
Leave me alone while I shiver.
Forget about me as I remember.
Go back toward the light,
for I will be forever lost.
Extremely overwhelming enthusiasm,
with life depressing sarcasm.
Nihilism at its finest,
I forgot what's the feeling of best.
The more life goes further,
The more it gets darker.
What's the point in you and me,
When at the end of the day we are just gonna flee.
When I walk through the crowd,
I can only hear myself aloud.
I am deeply frozen and done,
Maybe I am the chosen one.
Nothing feels familiar,
Not even the nature with it's beautiful glacier.
As I pass by the creatures belonging to earth as said,
Within their emotion and commotion, I just wish to fade.
Extremely overwhelming enthusiasm,
with life depressing sarcasm.
Nihilism at its finest,
I forgot what's the feeling of best.
The more life goes further,
The more it gets darker.
What's the point in you and me,
When at the end of the day we are just gonna flee.
When I walk through the crowd,
I can only hear myself aloud.
I am deeply frozen and done,
Maybe I am the chosen one.
Nothing feels familiar,
Not even the nature with it's beautiful glacier.
As I pass by the creatures belonging to earth as said,
Within their emotion and commotion, I just wish to fade.
In shadow's tomb—
A dim, aimless flicker...
Void's grip, timeless
claims all.
Fantomsound: life's song is just a cognition in the null.
Rain, pain—
Stardust, dust, flesh
patternless on oblivions loom.
Decay's dance a molderwaltz,
Fingers grasp at phantoms
no hope
Peace in the abyss's open arms. Not…
Unveiled—darkness, despair's shroud
enigma's veil.
Hearts, no soul, toll; unpaid.
Dreams surrendered.
Woe's tale on wastesphere's icy breath.
Void's sigh,
Sun bleeds on the endless fight.
Souls adrift, yearning
churning, burning
Accept, the void's silent
starlit song mute.
From nothing, is nothing, in nothing /
to nothing, for nothing
Fade to black...
There was once a penguin who thought
That religion and morals were naught,
As he swam in cold water
He thought, "Boy, I oughta...
Do something, but I don't know what.”
In Zen's embrace, we find the void,
A nihilistic truth, often destroyed.
No meaning, no purpose, all fades away,
In stillness and emptiness, we choose to stay.
The world's illusions, they come and they go,
Like ripples on water, a fleeting show.
In nothingness, we find a profound peace,
Where attachments and desires finally cease.
No gods, no masters, no grand design,
Just the present moment, pure and divine.
In Zen nihilism, we let it all be,
Finding freedom in the vast, boundless sea.
I feel, that sometimes, existence is an ocean.
Filled to the brim; overflowing; breaking with waves;
At other times everything seems like a motion,
Moving, like a death procession, towards the graves...
Silence and emptiness often pervade and fill
The cores of the deepest corridors and nooks
When noises decrease and calmness, like winter's chill,
Adorn the depths of my heart, altering my looks...
Space, like a vacuum, is formed for peace to stay.
I touch, feel, and find people and things as they are.
There is nothing to cling on. Things are new each day.
As the flux of water in a stream, I flow far.
Often, like stock-taking, my being is emptied.
Worn-out things are replaced with commodities new.
The light wavering within, with new wicks, steadied.
I see persons and events in a sanguine view...
Zen Nihilism
Zen is a school of Buddhism .
Cessation of sufferings is taught by Buddhism.
Nihilism believes no realism.
At least Buddhism follows some enthusiasm.
Nihilism is based on nothingness.
Buddhism tries to show path of happiness
through wisdom transcending Nirvana, nevertheless.
Both agree concept of existence of God as baseless.
Phenomenon of Nihilism : Secular and atheistic
So Buddhism is considered passively nihilistic.
Nihilists. say, 'Nothing to be considered realistic.
Buddhists say, 'Right and Wrong are two characteristics .
Love, wisdom and purity are concept of Buddhist.
Nihilists don’t believe in moral code on continuity.
Nihilists obey only nothingness as extreme entity.
Buddhists choose midway approach eternity.
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