I'm afraid I'll never know you.
I'm afraid of not finding truth
When all is said.

Nothing matters any more...
Why bother?
Why waste tears?
Why chase pain?

Life...
strife...
No wonder...
The artists give up!

To live costs too much!
They strive in vain,
They create for naught.
We hail them!
They are special.
Their work, masterpieces.

Composers, Painters, Poets, Writers...
They give of themselves.
It kills them...
They give 'till they die
Pieces of their lives.
Creators...
Their work steals their identity,
Soon nothing is left.

It takes from them the will to be...
It bleeds life.
The truly talented die prematurely.
Maybe they realize what's missing...
They give too much of what they crave

Maybe we are the insane!
We try to hard...
We know...
The want is never satisfied
Nor achieved

Simple things become complex
Life's pleasures elude us.
Love,
Happiness,
Contentment...
Fleeting moments, intense, powerful,
So rich, yet quickly lived

We revel in the senses...
Seeing, touching, tasting.
We know ecstasy!
Sensing, feeling...

We invented pleasure!
Basking in perception,
But it is never enough.
It does not last.

We feel this so strongly,
Its force...
Its power.
Concentrated, focused...

Most only catch a glimpse,
A figment in the corner of an eye.
These are the people who think love is grand!
People are good...
These are the ones who think they are happy...

I've known happiness!
Minutes...
Even days at a time!
It leaves us hollow and empty...
Never enough to fill a life time.

Only when you truly know
What it can be.
Does it hurt?

More than others know...
All ways room for more,
Crying out to be sated.
Only reality fills this place.

Make believe is hallow...
True emotions, substance...
We starve till we're dead.
All Ways hungry,
Famine raging!

It tears us apart.
Searching for what we know to be...
True love, once found, once lived...
Irreplaceable.

It swells in us, a hole.
Cavernous, this place.
Aching for more,
Again near emplty
Once, in All Ways, full...

Running out is inevitable.
Fate, turns us to fools...
And who are we to expect more?

We taste it once,
Celebrate,
And think it normal.
After savoring it's flavor,
Never enough,
How to fill infinity?

Once we know the never ending,
Ever growing place inside ourselves,
Nothing can stop us!
We go mad!
Self destruct!

Tormented by insatiable desire...
Crazed with want,
For women, drink, drugs, art...

We are the damned!
We learned
We know...
Others have not a clue.

Only the artists...
The poets...
The musicians...
The writers...

The creative begin to grasp humanity!
Sometimes it doesn't kill them...