well that's it blazing flame of passion snuffed, stifled, suffocated all but forgotten in my twisted love: the lack thereof emptiness, why so tangible? so incompatible with reality wired with lifelessness dead in my arms as i weep for it still its dusty heart beats with no indication of life for mine beats too withered and out of time smothered with falsified feelings saturated in what might be hatred i haven't the mind to search all i have are tattered pages and a soul full of dust the dust of a dwindling heart infused with sorrow ,fading embers, of a thousand dying stars a thousand starving children without the slightest comfort in a world of tacks everywhere we walk-- needles up. needles in intravenous nihilism twitching and trembling until the veins burst ruptured by loneliness dire loneliness is it better than the starving out there, the starving in here? an amalgam of stars each imploding from its tragic arrogance why try, why give up? it's easy to bash your skull against a rockuntilyourbrainsstaineternity but it's hard to let go too to myself, why can't i? is it easy, am i blind? my struggle isn't null my opinion is null and void void stains its own existence a parody of itself the Chaos of nothing so I must reflect
Unnecessarily long, but hopefully wholesome. Feedback welcome.