Daniel Shays
08-29-2007, 03:26 PM
Spear me down, Heaven
By Seung-Hui Cho
This thing, my life, all an agony, of Hell
of torture... And years of bludgeoning
torment tiny nuisances. The
disgust eyes, dirty frowns, and red
fingers pointing at me. Feeling all the
patheticness and humiliation. What
time is right to abort the null existence
and retire from sick lifeblood. And yet
feelings — thwarted by sun’s
beams ready to attack, averted by
smiling faces ready to rape — come, a
wish to annihilate my self... If this
wasn’t true in my plaguing conscious.
But Jesus Christ! Another day comes
tomorrow, a shade better than
present, if I can imagine, a day anew
like a new born or an old dying, when
nothing is everything and everything
is nothing and all is mere shutting of
eyelids. Good Christ! Rip me apart, tear me
to shrivels, eat me to help me
see a better day’s worth and salvage
this decaying thing from myself.
By Seung-Hui Cho
This thing, my life, all an agony, of Hell
of torture... And years of bludgeoning
torment tiny nuisances. The
disgust eyes, dirty frowns, and red
fingers pointing at me. Feeling all the
patheticness and humiliation. What
time is right to abort the null existence
and retire from sick lifeblood. And yet
feelings — thwarted by sun’s
beams ready to attack, averted by
smiling faces ready to rape — come, a
wish to annihilate my self... If this
wasn’t true in my plaguing conscious.
But Jesus Christ! Another day comes
tomorrow, a shade better than
present, if I can imagine, a day anew
like a new born or an old dying, when
nothing is everything and everything
is nothing and all is mere shutting of
eyelids. Good Christ! Rip me apart, tear me
to shrivels, eat me to help me
see a better day’s worth and salvage
this decaying thing from myself.