What is that I want?
What is it that I seek?
How do I fill the emptiness that always seems to lurk in my heart.
Haunting me day and night
Like an insatiable demon
I know not what its fodder is
I know not what to feed it with
That cold hearted demon that hides behind all the facade that wanders outside
The empty heart fills me with hate, cold anger,
Trying to make me into a being that feels nothing.
Ambitionless, filled with just desires for things
Cant there be a live wanting nothing seeking nothing
Just being.
Not planning for what lies far ahead
But living just for the here and now.
How nice would that be were it not possible.