All things, coalescing and descending
Into a dark lake like
Floating down into a void with all so meaningless,
Everything getting foggy, musty, repetitive

But still aware of the storm raging above!

This world is a bitter place until you take
The pieces that are all too commonly well
Kept together, so well preserved
That it's making you sick...
I learned what the meaning this is

Just start fresh and send it all to the great beyond!

That would do the trick