The nights

These are the night I contemplate. Contemplate on what I really what and what I value in life. My list seems to get smaller and smaller.

Nothing I value is worthy of my list.

Am i of value or am I just slipping from my own grip.

It is actually said really to see that you barely have a grip on yourself. Slowly wanting to let go of it all just for a moment of freedom.

Is that what life is really about wanting a piece of freedom.

Only a piece would satisfied the hunger inside.

Love is only a string that holds you for a moment only to let you go in the hell of the world that consumes you. Then there are people that  eat away at you.

The people that you "love" the most or are your "family". They are just slowly tearing you apart from your own piece of reality. But you continue to let it consume you.

Not afraid of the darkness only welcoming it. I'm not afraid anymore.