Every life features a path
Treading it is between hell and survival
No hope even for Heaven
Hell does not easily endure trials of life
So we seek a place of sleep and quiet
Hoping for solemnity and grace abundant
Perhaps it is hidden amidst a structure
Abode of safety, invisible walls, construct
Perfect silence
Yes, it does exist
There is no mask or disguise only exquisite lies
So you push and enter a state of perfect tranquility
No natural way to enter into the place
Too many distractions and pain, fear and fragility
No need for resistance because there is no escape
Life has a toll and you have a soul
Both have to be obeyed
Where they lead is up to you
“I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.”
