
Archness
Defective Personel
- Jan 20, 2023
- 536
I'm a bit of a writter, I like writting.
I don't do it that often, as I wonder "What's the point?".
However, I came upon some inspiration and wrote this today.
I hope it's good, and worthy of being posted here.
It's quite dark and about my considerations for ctb.
But I think it's abit thought-provoking.
The Divine Light :
By Archness.
Reaching reaching,
past this world,
past my self,
into heaven above.
There's no god in this world,
yet a divine light inside me.
Yet I can't find the source,
can't know the reason,
yet the soul's set alight with my heart beating.
This divinity,
this consciousness to ascend itself,
to feel past my body and mind,
why was it given to me, of all?
Why do all humans contain this gift?
To ascend ourselves,
past the universe,
yet chained to our very existence here.
Reaching reaching,
past all,
for what?
Is there a heaven up there?
For it's beyond this world.
This world where the only way out is death.
I reach still,
I wish to fly and soar,
yet I can't.
My soul's companion, the flesh that encases it.
My guide the blood in my veins.
I'm bound to myself,
seeking further then my legs can take me.
Why do I have this light,
without a god from whence it came?
This world becoming heaven on earth,
a temple for flesh,
with many pleasure machines.
Still I'm unsatisfied,
yet the flesh is content.
I ask, what the difference between this best world to be,
and the heaven in the world of death?
I'd already be dead in that world,
till I cease forevermore.
Yet it is a perfect world that'd come,
yet I'd still be reaching,
and waiting till death comes.
Shall I explore the land of the dead?
Explore what's past this veil?
But I know what's really there,
my everything knows,
oblivion.
The forefit of this light.
To do that,
It'd be a better state then what I am,
What I could be.
This light's already been wasted.
So I ask myself,
Shall it be put out?
I don't do it that often, as I wonder "What's the point?".
However, I came upon some inspiration and wrote this today.
I hope it's good, and worthy of being posted here.
It's quite dark and about my considerations for ctb.
But I think it's abit thought-provoking.
The Divine Light :
By Archness.
Reaching reaching,
past this world,
past my self,
into heaven above.
There's no god in this world,
yet a divine light inside me.
Yet I can't find the source,
can't know the reason,
yet the soul's set alight with my heart beating.
This divinity,
this consciousness to ascend itself,
to feel past my body and mind,
why was it given to me, of all?
Why do all humans contain this gift?
To ascend ourselves,
past the universe,
yet chained to our very existence here.
Reaching reaching,
past all,
for what?
Is there a heaven up there?
For it's beyond this world.
This world where the only way out is death.
I reach still,
I wish to fly and soar,
yet I can't.
My soul's companion, the flesh that encases it.
My guide the blood in my veins.
I'm bound to myself,
seeking further then my legs can take me.
Why do I have this light,
without a god from whence it came?
This world becoming heaven on earth,
a temple for flesh,
with many pleasure machines.
Still I'm unsatisfied,
yet the flesh is content.
I ask, what the difference between this best world to be,
and the heaven in the world of death?
I'd already be dead in that world,
till I cease forevermore.
Yet it is a perfect world that'd come,
yet I'd still be reaching,
and waiting till death comes.
Shall I explore the land of the dead?
Explore what's past this veil?
But I know what's really there,
my everything knows,
oblivion.
The forefit of this light.
To do that,
It'd be a better state then what I am,
What I could be.
This light's already been wasted.
So I ask myself,
Shall it be put out?