The Last Enemy

They say that there are cracks that leaks in into empty rooms

Corner-less and dark rooms long forgotten by sensible men

Echoes and sounds from the surrounding gets trapped and reaches nowhere

With a fathomless understanding of rusty deeds the seeking man is passing by these rooms

He doesn’t stop nor pay any interest in what the blackness behind a crack may hold

The only thing on his mind is the step that takes him past and out of sight

Lacking the meanest animal instinct of self preservation. A deep disregard for the being reflecting back

To not be proud of oneself and not at ease with ones nature or impulses

Qualities of nil that since a misty childhood always has lingered and irritated

Walking with a steady phase into the dark, no regrets and with a vision on complete darkness

Thoughts rushing by like low flying swallows, seeking deeper into the void

Echoes of past memories behind corners and bends that leads downward

Stop here, hear the heartbeat of death. Listen not, hear

Let your feet stand to feel the vibration of a living earth

Stop here, breath the fragrance of dead rock and decaying matter

The man under the parachute is always dead, falling controlled as he realize his fate

Acceptance of chaos, corner less dark rooms holds onto the myth that you once were

Illusion is the shadow that gives you movement in the light, you can touch it but it’s not there

Understand all, ignore nothing

Black rooms will forever be filled with the echoes and sounds of all easily forgotten

Seeking men seeking the man, he who knows that all is nothing

Forever is now

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