BAD POETRY IN TWO LANGUAGES. THINGS I CARE ABOUT.
Do you dream while you sleep or is it an escape from the horrors of reality?
There is no escape. Not in this life. Not in the next.
Look around. They will all betray you. Flee screaming into the forest.
You resist. You cling to your life as if it actually matters. You will learn.
At the bottom of the ocean even light must die.
That is not dead which can eternal lie and with strange aeons even death may die.