The joy of vanishingInto nothingness,Being buried underThe maddening chaos,To rest in peace,In divine silence,Away from the brutality,And the agony of mere existence. My only meansOf escape,From this place,Would be to witherAnd perish,And cease to have a face. And I’m unafraid,Of what comes after,For I have already seen hell,Though I’m curious to know how,The living onesContinue reading “Buried”