Do you know what its like?
No,
Of course not,
To stand in the clutches of darkness,
Painfully aware of every dying thing,
Every screaming, painfilled creature,
Every slow growing tree,
Every star,
Every world,
Every human pledging their lives to another,
The bond of love,
Love which you can never have,
To wish and long to be humans,
So painfully blissfully ignorant,
To know everything that has ever happened and cried out for death,
To not even be able to die?
Ignorance is bliss,
Even if you don't realise it,
You posses the one grain of knowledge that I can never reach,
You know how to end life,
It is a talent,
I envy you.
