What Is It Like...?

What is it like?
To be satisfied,
With the insatiable hunger of thy soul?
What is it like?
To lose that very,
Very revered feeling of control,
Thy once felt, in the arms of death.
What is it like?
To be new to living,
Letting go of existence,
Letting it all go in peace,
Piece by piece,
Not hanging on anymore,
But to open up the closed spaces,
To let thy self be at ease.
What is it like?
To have loved,
And have lost the ability to love again,
Not knowing if it's a momentary dysfunction,
Or a case of eternal pain.
What is it like?
To rage a war,
Against the demons in your mind,
Pretending to them, to be blind,
Avoiding the film of your life in your head,
From going on a constant forward and rewind.


What is it like?
To be free of the world,
To know thy's truth,
In the prevalent, darkest time,
Of profuse insanity;
With no mankind left,
No spiritual lifeblood,
Let alone humanity.