To be or not to be.

You feel your so called ‘life’ inside you, heavy like a bad meal and once more you’re crying…oh god…but there is no god, no beauty, no truth, no rest. Sleep is a lover which refuses to be touched, and you only know how to kill the things you love…”nevermore croaked the raven”…you’ve been dead for years. But who can judge another man’s suffering ? Even if you were to confide in another being, they could never know what you have suffered or understand the depths of your despair, and even if they did, they couldn’t go there with you, they can’t follow you the rest of the way, even if they wanted to. So now you think “i accept you, demon”…your demon, your suffering, your despair. Death dressed as a lover, caressing you, promising you peace. “To be or not to be”…it’s the only question really, zero or one, accept or reject.