Mar 2015
What is the point of this
hollow bleak existence?
Wandering around like a lifeless zombie
shuffling from one place to another.
Is there logic in our pain?
the blinding soul destroying pain
it demands to be felt doesn't it?
but why by us?
Is there a reason for our survival?
when we are all died no one will remember us?
We are like the dinosaurs wandering this earth
waiting for our meteor to strike us dead,
to crush us into oblivion.
hollow bleak existence?
Wandering around like a lifeless zombie
shuffling from one place to another.
Is there logic in our pain?
the blinding soul destroying pain
it demands to be felt doesn't it?
but why by us?
Is there a reason for our survival?
when we are all died no one will remember us?
We are like the dinosaurs wandering this earth
waiting for our meteor to strike us dead,
to crush us into oblivion.
((So I watched Fault in our stars at work the other day and I got all philosophical and this is what came of it. I know its kind of a depressing thought but that movie just left me depressed.)
