Poetic Expressions by ZeN: The Final Beginning

Through my veins, as it filters thru my heart, and settles gleefully in my brain.. Is the most pure type of pain. It flows in my body. It eats at my soul. Each day of living, is a further deconstruction of my very essence. A deficient DNA, the gift of plight that keeps on giving. I can feel it. It lives and is aware. A pain that is proficient at its purpose. What a hah, they call it living.. when each day I can feel death taking his daily ration. The imperfection knows. It is aware that to take the whole soul, is to end the misery. So its a slow real time decomposer. Like a mortgage that little by little, takes and takes, and when the final payment is done... the home falls to its knees.


Joy can often blind you. Pain it lets you see. A puppy can be delightful and still not give a smile, but a nibble from its jaw will give you a frown everytime. Like time, pain never fails. Not the pain that you receive when you stub your toe, but the ailment that scars the emotions. Hate, before I held for hate. Then I altered and searched for a way to love it. But now, I just want to understand it. We fear the unknown, so I must really adore pain, because I know it too well. But I don't know the personification of it, for many have suffered worse than I. Yet pain is pain and none is pleasant. Is it normal to hate every thing in existence? And what if your cares are so minute, that the question is irrelevant. Forget my words for they are flowing from the same water fall and drenched in the same liquid, that ever induces belligerence. I hate and love to hate and love. And while I know no victory, I always hold regret.


ZeN