Something else

try if you dare 

where no one treads 

that singular path 

deep into nowhere 


that something else 

eludes you still 

keeps you restless 

for good or ill


until your last breath

you’ll be doing it to death  

as you still haven’t felt

that something else 


nobody holds it 

no one owns 

tempted by it 

driven by madness 


carved from rawness 

of these banalities 

the pain of existence

demands its release

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