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Jeremiah’s existential dread passages

I am an artistic vision of a dead mind.
A dull memory of a drunken brain.

A chrysalis in my soul is sleeping,
and in its dreams it is slowly growing.

A venomous butterfly has one day to its disposal.
Just one day to dream big,
High dreams of camouflaged homicide.

Shadows of the dead are sticking needles into my ego.
Surgeon precision.

I want to feel nothing,
To merge with the shadows of the lost souls,
Whose light I have swallowed.
Stolen souls make my body glow,
In the velvet of the darkness I shine,
A glowing venomous butterfly.

I don’t want people to see who I really am.
So I head towards the light.

The higher up I fly ,the more it will hurt to fall.
And the closer I get to the light,
the stronger is the urge to jump into flames.

I will unlock the potential through suffering,
Cause through suffering we reach the nothingness,
And in nothingness we find tranquility.

My demons has chopped my soul into pieces,
scattered throughout my body,
Sealed serpent eggs into every cell of my body.
Hatching, the emerald serpents crawl under my skin.
I dive deep into my wounds,
To rip the serpents off.

I have learned to deconstruct my pain,
I have learned to unsee their faces,
I have learned to hold my breath,
And survived.

Think about it,
Your deathbed is the place of your rebirth.

Psychosis petals waltzing with the wind,
And in its embrace I will be gone,
My ashes blown away,
What is the place the wind will take me,
When after my downfall I still remain conscious?

Description
Jeremiah’s existential dread passages

I am an artistic vision of a dead mind.
A dull memory of a drunken brain.

A chrysalis in my soul is sleeping,
and in its dreams it is slowly growing.

A venomous butterfly has one day to its disposal.
Just one day to dream big,
High dreams of camouflaged homicide.

Shadows of the dead are sticking needles into my ego.
Surgeon precision.

I want to feel nothing,
To merge with the shadows of the lost souls,
Whose light I have swallowed.
Stolen souls make my body glow,
In the velvet of the darkness I shine,
A glowing venomous butterfly.

I don’t want people to see who I really am.
So I head towards the light.

The higher up I fly ,the more it will hurt to fall.
And the closer I get to the light,
the stronger is the urge to jump into flames.

I will unlock the potential through suffering,
Cause through suffering we reach the nothingness,
And in nothingness we find tranquility.

My demons has chopped my soul into pieces,
scattered throughout my body,
Sealed serpent eggs into every cell of my body.
Hatching, the emerald serpents crawl under my skin.
I dive deep into my wounds,
To rip the serpents off.

I have learned to deconstruct my pain,
I have learned to unsee their faces,
I have learned to hold my breath,
And survived.

Think about it,
Your deathbed is the place of your rebirth.

Psychosis petals waltzing with the wind,
And in its embrace I will be gone,
My ashes blown away,
What is the place the wind will take me,
When after my downfall I still remain conscious?