Blank face staring between the mass; Inside his private misery.
All alone, unknown, inhale your solitude; Exhale eternity.
Revel in mendacious immortality; You faceless empty shell.
Soon, in your own self-deceit; The wane of life excels!
Crippled emotions, mental disarray; Indefinite capitivity.
Collapse under paranoia's burden; Madness infinity.
Deceiver, you will lose everyone; Family, friends – Disappear.
Forsaken, screaming; Who am I – Why am I here?
Hidden in yourself - obsessed; Ignore all lust and joy.
Wander aimlessly – unconscious; May you maim, may you destroy.
Ice-cold, senseless skin; Pale and stiff, like machinery.
Existence – The murk in which you swell; Eternal Purgatory!
Frozen persona, encrypted in your very mind.
Unavoidable truth lies open; Close your eyes, forever blind.
Face deleted entity; You are your own lie.
PAR Mortis living - Will you live before you die?
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Author:
Zojinjo (
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- Comment from author about the poem: "PAR Mortis Living - 1)A state of mind in which one lives purely for the sake of living, and eventually even outliving everyone else as a proof of superiority, ignoring living for the joys of life. 2)A person who is in a state of PAR Mortis Living (See 1). 3)A state of mind in which one is under the illusion that life is good and death is not, ultimatly would live for the sake of living even though he does not want to." -- But would you even fear death? Or do you fear the feeling that you have not acomplished anything worthy to your own belief that an ending would leave you as a worthless being, even though you feel a sense of superiority over others? Superiority... do I even feel it? Do I even feel better than the poor man on the street, begging the people that pass him for money? How can I still feel better when I pass that man without giving him anything? -- I do not fear death. I never will. I fear suffering. Pain, unhappiness, depression, ignorance. I fear the very things without whom what I love would not exist. I fear the dark side of myself. I fear I can not banish it before my time is up. -- But by thinking so... the clock had never even started ticking.
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