Philosophy

Stumped

Death is energy, I am energy, I am death.

If I am death I determine life, I end life.

I am an executioner, so if I do my job as death, then execute me, and become energy.

Im not insane, I am enlightened. 

Meds are for suckers.

I might as well just become energy.

  • Author: Polybius (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 17th, 2017 20:30
  • Comment from author about the poem: I've stopped my meds. I'm seeing things again, I will become manipulated dead, and then I'll set an insurance trap to reset this shit. I don't deserve my meds I don't deserve sanity, but Ifeel oddly sane. Are my meds a lie? Am I a lie?
  • Category: Surrealist
  • Views: 41


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