To Forget Forever

An irreversible event;
An everlasting pain,
Refusing to be forgotten.

An excruciating curse;
A haunting memory,
Of what will be forever lost.

A quick solution,
So easy and simple.
To forget forever.

Escaping Life

Numbing the pain;
Experiences so long ago;
A small round object;
A solution.

Basic fixes are the best,
So this capsule remains prevalent.
An eternity of aches and chills,
Drowned out with a simple pill.

Death is Inevitable

Life is but a dream.
Flowers grow and die,
Color losing their grasp.
Skin grows pale
And minds grow dark;
Blood oozes from wounds like water.
Drugs help drown the world
When the world drowns one out.
And even the wealthy
Can't escape the woes of the deep universe.

So, life is more of a living Hell;
Not a lovely Heaven.
It punishes the victims of society
And eradicates the good civilians.
Life steals the breaths of millions
Whilst giving breaths to millions more.
Life plays an unfair game;
A game where no-one can win
But life itself.
Life is the eternal victor.

So what is life one may ask,
And why does it commit cruel crimes?
Well, life is the start
And life is the end;
It is everything between
And everything that isn't.
Yes, life is comprised of everything,
And everything cares for life,
As without it,
One does not exist
And ones mind must kiss reality goodbye.

A Complication's Termination

A soft, velvet liquid,

Easily flowing.
Agony at the surface,
A hole in the lively ground.

A column of blood is lifted,
And so is the tension within;
For, the heart has remained under stress;
Deep thoughts trouble its skin.

Within the bright pillar,
Are problems from the soul.
With the blade of a knife and the cut with its edge,
The soul is liberated from its sorrow.

Another day goes by,
Another column raises;
The process continues onward,
Until the hole is mended.

Mathematical Complications

A line is simply a line;
It can be crossed with ease.
But boundaries are present in the world
For reasons; some unknown.

As a line crosses a line,
It pierces the surface of the other,
Asserting it's dominance over the other line,
Like stabbing with a dagger.

Yet, together, a cross can be made;
Both segments equal in distance,
Equality reigning in rudimentary mathematics,
Despite the wishes of each line.

As a cross can be made,
It cannot be undone easy.
For the cross to disappear forever,
Both lines must leave for eternity.

So the cross remains a cross,
And the two lines remain two lines.
Is there any difference now from that of before?
That's for the universe to decide.

The Fabric's Slit

Thin threads hold onto a sharp needle,
Zipping through the thread like thunder,
Piercing tiny wholes within the fabric,
Holes that soon bring tears.

These tears subside to bigger holes,
And holes subside to bigger tears;
This vicious cycle doesn't end
Until the fabric breaks in two.

The material is broken;
It cannot be fixed.
But it can temporarily
Be strewn together with the tip of the needle.

This short-term fix brings happiness
Until it's abilities are proven.
Tears enlarge and increase in multitude
and the fabric meets its demise.