Masquerading selflessness

Posted in Uncategorized on February 21, 2017 by rawbacon

Jesus was a selfish man,

dying so we didn’t have to,

but still dying,

none the less.

Where’s my cause

to die for?

Know your death

Posted in Uncategorized on February 21, 2017 by rawbacon

For as long as I can remember,

suffocation was the fear of death

that I had.

As I get older, I realize

that I will die of hunger.

 

Mothers

Posted in Uncategorized on February 21, 2017 by rawbacon

My mother despairs:

Why are you living so?

My explanation never satisfies:

For people to rise,

some must fall.

Why you though?

She cries.

Why not?

I reply.

My birth mother

would understand.

She dead though,

thank god.

Lost & dying

Posted in Uncategorized on February 21, 2017 by rawbacon

All of us
without belief,
without
raison d’etre.
Slowly, but surely.
And the believers?
No better off
in death.
What nightmares may come,
what sins may we see
when the final tally is brought forth?
The gods may laugh
at our folly,
but they too will die
someday.
They too will face
oblivion.
Good riddance
to bad rubbish.

Laugh, my friend,
it beats tears
any day of the week.

Free will, my ass

Posted in Uncategorized on February 7, 2017 by rawbacon

At any given moment,

at any given time,

I am someone else.

How are we supposed 

to know?

How are we supposed 

to understand?

How I wish

for a god to exist. 

Just to have someone 

to blame.

Leave me be

Posted in Uncategorized on February 7, 2017 by rawbacon

Understand me,

please.

Know me,

love me,

kill me.

Please, eradicate me

Posted in Uncategorized on February 7, 2017 by rawbacon

I never want 
to die,

I just want to

cease.

Wanting

is the little death. 

Living is

giving up.

Too proud

for that.

Too human.