Suffering

Deep calls to deep. I feel trapped in the foam by my fluffy gentle experiences. Cut me quick. So oft' the self same self-not comes to me. Let me suffer, not to feel pain, but to be baptized into the death of Mankind. A death I haven't known, knowing only your life - a death you conquered. It is wrong. Wrong for any living person to experience only life while there are dead men walking around. To touch these men is to touch death - to die. Let me truly know I'm alive - feeling the pangs of death. What hard words this self-not is.