Sweet death I feel most sharply when I feel nothing at all;
The sound crushing my mind is that I cannot hear the fall.
In agony we cry for release
But when it comes, we lose our taste for sweets.
The terrors of night are nothing compared to walking dead by day;
My nightmares I would welcome back if they would break my feet of clay.
But the sting of death gives no prisoners back,
Lost is the fierce hope black sorrow attracts.
When consciousness is fully seared, death steals from us our pain,
And what was complex harmony tastes stale and cheap to an ironed brain.
My own pulse in my ear was unbearable to hear
Until its absence released the oblivion beneath.
What’s lost can be brought back, but what’s never there is harder to place.
The suffering of one small planet is nothing to the cold vacuum of space.
The deception of insanity is most mind-breakingly terse
Disguised as unswerving normality during 60 hertz.
I’ve lost my taste for sucrose, fructose, and the rest;
Inside the sensory deprivation hole disgusting tastes the best.
The siphoning of bland sugars suffocate more life
Than the salty sting of sorrow ever burned with surprise.
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