i’ve expended everything i have standing still
living life free of constraints i’ve shackled my soul
What sick twisted mind am I shackled to that only through struggle i feel free?
i can’t escape
my own thoughts
theres nothing left
where is the meaning?

why can’t i transcend this *******? i see no point in my life here
ultimate progression of the human species maybe
but who’s to decide what that ultimately means?
and even if it did mean something, we all die anyway.
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
from nothing, to nothing

conception to the grave, nothing changes but the scenery
release me from myself
let my mind dig it’s tracks and never escape them
bury me so deep in **** that my life’s purpose is to achieve the unattainable
creating my own purpose, ironically through removing freedom
diamonds are born of coal are they not?

i’ve been staring in this mirror too long
this reflection is beginning to fade
i don’t understand what i’m looking at anymore
i’ve seen it change and shift my whole life
familiarly unfamiliar, ever alienating I from i
don’t even know who or what i am anymore
or why i am
or where or when

but i cannot die
if there’s nothing left