Trapped in this petty sequence.
Is there hope to get out of remiss?
No one should have to succumb to living like this.
But hell knows I’ll never feel bliss.
So as I stumble in the shadows of the life I used to call mine, I’ll try to think less about my lack of time leading to my demise.
As I hope that these sadists burn, but with the way they map everything out, there’s no hope that they’ll ever learn.