Holding On Is Impossible.

Life is like a punctured

Life Preserver coated in Teflon

It does not save you!

 

The underlying void

Dresses herself as This.

 

A ground of no holds barred

Hide and seek mud wrestling matches.

A pain and pleasure roundabout,

Puking and laughing circles.

Wrapping us in illusions

Of mental objectification.

 

Drowning is the escape to truth.

Dieing from a ‘me’ is to discover

The inner pearl of immortality

On the ocean bed of Being.