http://slow.writerscafe.org/Nihilus The original writings of author Nihilus en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776151965 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The sun rises and setsevery day, dawn to dusk.And I'm down below, heat beating down on my face,eyes screwed shutagainst the sun in defiance.The sun rises and setsevery day, dawn to dusk.And you're down below, heatbeating down on your neck,head bowed before the sunin pitiful s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nihilus/394012/ I spent days building.Mortar and brick and nails and wood.Impenetrable walls and monstrous abodes.Stepping outside the normal bounds of inhibitionTo ensure the success of a city so profound.The first attack came and destroyed the walls.And now the whole f*****g city is burnin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nihilus/391086/ My crypt, my palace,the house of death,is empty now. I'vetraveled along thispath of pain forfar too long, andnow my cryptholds only my past. Dawn arrives with asense of gusto.Sunshine beyondthe horizon. Ilook down at myfeet and gaze atyour tombstone.It says "los.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nihilus/391085/ Concrete meets steel.Beauty and function juxtaposed with merit and purpose.These forests of skyscrapers and rivers of asphalt only serve to illustrate the sadistic intent of a design.Chaotic whim and negligent abandonment litter the gutters like ideas home-grown from books and lessons learned .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nihilus/391084/ I once met a man named Death-Wizened in stature and cruel at heart,The patriarch of the house of Humanity.He told me he was inevitable and inescapable.But I, in my arrogance, spat in his faceAnd told him he was wrong. Here I stand at the gates of Hell-I thought they were made of pea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nihilus/391083/ I am trapped. Confined to the prison of my self delusionStuck in the rift between sanity and solaceChained to the walls of my own heartStrapped to the table of uncertaintyCaptured by the allure of the unattainableSutured to the skin of my demiseCaught in the deadly mire of empiricism.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nihilus/391082/ The .45's the comfort zoneI don't really knowThe bullet draws nearLooking for a spaceLooking for a sign,"I don't live here anymore"Anecdote or antidote?Funny story or the Remedy?Play the disk, set it freePush the pen, write the noteDo you love me?Do you know me?Do y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nihilus/391080/ The final installment in the Four Horsemen series http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nihilus/391074/ The third in the Four Horsemen series http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nihilus/391071/ The second in the Four Horsemen series http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nihilus/348802/ First in the series The Four Horsemen http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nihilus/348108/