it's so hard to quench
this desire to end it all
i fear both life and death
the infinite questionanswer
creates more answerquestions
it is confusion given life
should i live / should i die?
do i kill the world or create it?
existence is torment
confusion is sex
my hate comes from my fear
and indifference is my only concept
i feel yet cannot show
sensations without comprehension
structure through chaos
for love has only brought me hurt
it is all so obscure
yet painfully clear
the more i distance it all
the closer it comes near
existence is torment
structure through chaos
so clearly-obscure / obscurely-clear
do i kill the world or create it?
- undated