The Going On

I just kept going, I just kept treading

But I went on dreading the going on.

I felt numb to the point of insanity,

Apathetic to the point of psychopathy.

While along the going I met my vice

Then fell tragically subject to the maggots and lice.

Their seductive whispers I couldn't resist.

I craved the pain, became a masochist

My will to live became dangerously tame,

I ignored the repercussions, I forgot shame.

I lived a year developing pseudo-antipathy.

I lived a year fearing all of humanity.

But a being can only sleep awake for so long.

Before the night is up our souls will interrupt.

And at this time some may steal their curious glances.

Consider them the cowards, they will refuse to take chances.

To their dismay throwing stones will not suffice,

For human beings aren't made of ice.

They may try to bind and control but I will resist.

This is my war to fight and my choice to enlist.

I'll set their hate on fire and watch their judgements disinegrate.

I'll continue to confide in the Lord, my God, though I may disgrace the saints.

So I'll just kept going, watch me keep treading.

I am no longer dreading the going on.