I’m lonely
Purposeless
Afraid
Of an empty future
Where every day slides by
Me, an existential malaise growing
Bigger by the hour, swallowing down sadness
With a new, shiny app and the latest distraction;
Calling my self an artist
And a lover
And a friend
Without ever feeling art
Or love
Or friendship.
Just this;
The fading of my eyes’ light
A whispering into my ears
“This is justice
For what you’ve become.”
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 1:34 AM UTC
I’m lonely
Purposeless
Afraid
Of an empty future
Where every day slides by
Me, an existential malaise growing
Bigger by the hour, swallowing down sadness
With a new, shiny app and the latest distraction;
Calling my self an artist
And a lover
And a friend
Without ever feeling art
Or love
Or friendship.
Just this;
The fading of my eyes’ light
A whispering into my ears
“This is justice
For what you’ve become.”
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