It waits and baits us
with fear and pain
spraining our already
sore souls
and struggling brains.

The dark eclipse
that does not miss
this foolish *******.

Where more time
is spent in
then we had existing.

It leaves us hollow,
a brand that burns
our throats with sorrow
cause that brass fact
is hard to swallow.

It does not give
a single whiff
if we try to deny it,
and there is no way
to bribe it.

It cares not for
the quality of our character
that maybe
reflected in
our charity
directed towards
our human kin.

But without life
it cannot exist,
this deeply distasteful
state of nothingness.