Have we killed all the critters
what come crawling from the
bleak black swamp of madness and despair?
Have we shot roman candles screaming
into heaven, destroying the mystic night?
Have we filled the holes in our lives
and patched the cracks in skulls and hearts?
When this is all done and nothing is left,
we can finally drift into the big sleep
and dream eternal contentment,
or at least rest in
oblivion's embrace of nothingness
in a place where this world
and everything else as we know it
does not exist.
