Post by JizzyJudy on Oct 7, 2011 18:13:35 GMT
Eyes unseeing in the gloomy womb-dark...
...dizzy shivers in the endless uterine night...
...nothing seems to matter in the foetid silence...
...no ability to sigh in that warm loneliness...
...no knowledge of the potential for pain...
...unaware yet of the tears which yet may flow...
...from blank eyes closed before exposure...
...to the light of life and noise and fear...
...and when the time comes (as it must)...
...to be thrust through pain into bright reality...
...terrifying in its lethal intensity...
...thus shall begin the slow and painful trudge...
...towards inevitable death, and the silence...
...of the grave, not unlike the comforting womb.
who would choose to be born again
knowing the futility of a first life?
...dizzy shivers in the endless uterine night...
...nothing seems to matter in the foetid silence...
...no ability to sigh in that warm loneliness...
...no knowledge of the potential for pain...
...unaware yet of the tears which yet may flow...
...from blank eyes closed before exposure...
...to the light of life and noise and fear...
...and when the time comes (as it must)...
...to be thrust through pain into bright reality...
...terrifying in its lethal intensity...
...thus shall begin the slow and painful trudge...
...towards inevitable death, and the silence...
...of the grave, not unlike the comforting womb.
who would choose to be born again
knowing the futility of a first life?
