Death is Freedom

I was walking the gibberish paths entwined in complex formations;
this was my enroute to freedom, a journey to evade from pains.
the horizon always seemed few miles away, and I kept pushing myself.
after a while tempest grew in me on confrontations with endless series 
of these labyrinths.
I yelled why me, why always me; sick of sick games thrown at me;
but I had no choice, I had to move on... I could not stop so I kept 
wandering (aimlessly?).
halting meant defeat. halting meant resignation to fate, death.
and I did not want to be enslaved by death, I wanted my freedom,
whereby I kept roving without a clue about where I was heading to;
I kept walking deeper into the traps of life, opening Pandora's box of
miseries on my way;
I was decaying each step however uninclined to surrender.
the afflictions kept wrenching my soul. disintegrating me
physically and emotionally.
still I was fighting.. sometimes I wondered what this fight was for-
my freedom!!!, my life?
a life not worth living, a life which brought nothing but pains, all
happiness mere illusions;
however I stayed clinged to it, trying to unravel every challenge thrown 
at me, this exploration, this struggle..to what end? I don't know. I seeked
freedom (from what?. again I don't know.)
contemplating hard about my status, I was confused more than ever.
baffled by idiocracies of life and whatever it had ever offered, I decided 
to submit myself to death.
allowed the uncomfortable albeit sweet silence of death to take over me.
Now am I free? I don't know. but I rest in peace. the peace I always craved 
for all my life.
the enjoy the rest I was deprived of all my life, a life overwhelmed with 
complexities.
now I am free from those endless labyrinths. I am free from clenches of 
destiny.
and now am I a slave to death, I refute. I am free more than ever.
everything is clear, everywhere is peace. and this is the freedom I
always seeked.

� pervert

Last revised: September 16, 2006