The cosmos is a mindless vortex A seething ocean of blind forces In which the greatest joy is unconsciousness And the greatest pain realisation" Still, darkness torments me As I'm engulfed by light No thing beneath me But the all-consuming sea Death smells familiar And its fumes ignite my eyes Still, I see nothing As I fall to my demise "For what does it matter Whether we suffer or not? Our feelings are The most trivial of incidents In the unending cycle Of existence.