Tatcho Drom
Journeying Journals of a Jolly Journeyman

Nihilistic Existentialist – Poem

I crave the pain so much more,
When I concede to a death,
Due to us all.


My breath tattoos a journey, marked by a bleeding soul.

Burning tears rain rapture,
In this concordance with all divine,
Harvesting hysterical laughter.

Stillborn joy arises, leavin’ windswept footprints behind.

Hurt quenches my burning soul,
As desire cradles hopeful ‘morrows,
While tomorrow brings only sorrows.

Defiance rips my ribs; heartless rhythm – eternal gift.

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