however, most are, towards the truth, resentful
enough of abysses that talk back.
enough of the inferno that chases you wherever you go.
enough of 'love'.
enough of everyday life.
enough of the endless noise,
the to and fro, restless pacing around.
enough of you, o mere illusion.
enough of you, enjoyment delusion.
unhand me, now, you warped world!
i am human, not beast nor blinding light.
i am your wretch, as you are mine.
try your hand, best me.
i'll rise above you eventually.