i made a choice deep inside
heroin or suicide?
sickness praised in times of need
we waste away from hands of greed
jesus nailed to wooden t’s
cannot compete with my disease
humanity the weak condition
my soul is sick from my decision
you know I’d like to take a break from suffering in hell.
Beyond the beauty of external forms, there is more here: something that cannot be named, something ineffable, some deep, inner, holy essence. Whenever and wherever there is beauty, this inner essence shines through somehow. It only reveals itself to you when you are present. by Eckhart Tolle (via pax-caelestis)
(Source: sun-hawk, via entheogenicmushroomomens)