This is focused on the lack of purpose of my existence

The Evil of My Knowledge (the rough in)



If I am climbing, where will my ascension end or add to
When I am digging, how deep is deep enough to stop
I have incurred my curses and have still found laughter
Dismal tears - crying in the depths and hollow
Have I seen greatness; however, I imagine greater
Mind has no rest, as the beginning and the ending of all
Deeper into an abyss - the shallow whims - imaginable unfathomable depths
The Eternal Muse escapes my desires forever

What could God want from me, I am (only) one
I have contemplated my nearness to Him or Her or It
Kissed the hands deep and deeper for my yearning soul
Aggravation and discernment
What could I do for Him or Her or It
Wrap my arms around them in love
As even when it is its most perfect, I have quantified its emptiness

My perception never forgives
My evil



Written by Darkest Angel
Written January 8 2017




The Evil of Knowledge (the rough in 2)



How does this ascension end or add to
What I shall love Forever
In depth, how deep is enough to stop
To keep me un-willed, un-sensing -- Lifeless Eternally
I do not want to feel
I have incurred a curse; still, of heaviness, have laughter
In this curdling existence, I am
Dismal tears -- cried to depths and hollow
These eyes have withered upon greatness -- still, I imagine greater
This mind has no rest, as the start nor the finish
Drifting into an abyss of shallow whims, deception -- into drudgery and plots
The eternal summation escapes my fit forever

What would a God want of me -- I am only one
I have contemplated my nearness to Him or Her or It
I kiss those hands fervently in my yearning soul's
Aggravation and discernment
What more could I do for Him or Her or It
Wrap my arms around them In Love

As even while it is its most perfect, I have quantified its emptiness

My perception will not acquit
My evil



Written by Darkest Angel
reWritten January 17 2017