Do you have an answer
When you have a cancer
Will you bother to ask
For the final date
For your final day
Survival is a truly bitter task
We've nothing but hope
In a world of broken trust
Of rampant hunger and lust
We've nothing inside
We fade into nothingness
And a darkness will cover
Despite the bright day's light
Shadows will stretch
An ink covering us all
With a remnant taste
Of a hollow darkness
With a need to be
Of what is meant to be
Existence is more than life
And knowing all
Is a pointless exercise
Until you cannot die
Knowledge is a knife
Used for dissection
A final purification
Are we an abomination
Is existence emptiness
What can we do
In the vacant days
The emotional starvation
Of waiting for the end
Of the life now rent
With nothing left to lose
With all choices removed
Nothing we can do
But wait
Perfect purity is possible if you turn your life into a line
of poetry written with a splash of blood. Yukio Mishima
