try if you dare 

where no one treads 

that singular path 

deep into nowhere 

 

that something else 

eludes you still 

keeps you restless 

for good or ill

 

until your last breath

you’ll be doing it to death  

as you still haven’t felt

that something else 

 

nobody holds it 

no one owns 

tempted by it 

driven by madness 

 

carved from rawness 

of these banalities 

the pain of existence

demands its release