The Senses of Thought
Close your eyes
To the world
And see no more;
Of their pain
Of their gain.
Believe the happiness
Never existed;
And believe
That life is but an illusion.
Close your ears
To the world.
And hear no more
Of their lies.
Hear no more
Of their sacrifices.
Believe that sound
Was never apart of us.
And believe
That life is nothingness.
Smell nothing;
No fragrance of
Dead flowers
And decayed bodies.
Smell no more of
Their solitude
Of their hate.
Believe nothing
Is real, and believe
In nothing.
Feel nothing
As you run your hands
As you run your expressions
Across the face of the world.
Believe that the worldIs a lie,
And believe that life
Is a lie;
Believe you are a lie.
Taste the death
When you slowly suffocate
On the illusion of life.
Taste your anger
Taste your hate
But know all the while
That it is all a lie
That taste is sacrificial
And as much apart of us
As our lies.
Know lies.
That is the sixth sense
Of life;
Of death.
And knowing is
The ultimate illusion
Because in knowing
You will know that
There is nothing
Left to believe;
Nothing left to know.
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