A nihilistic pandemic leads our way
If god is not there do we see no other place?
If one leaves may morals not stay?
Might immortal feelings fade like a face?

An animalistic epidemic bares its teeth
Is apathy a path of which we seek?
Is nothing there if there is a sheath?
Might immortal actions be mere freak?




I no longer believe the future is present
If we can choose what is true, then is anything?

A painful tear leaks from my eye,
It screams a terrible sound,
A sound so loud but unheard from all around,
It flows down my cheek and seeps into the ground,
“Help him”, it cries “he wants to die”

i can’t help but stare at the ceiling
what else is there to do at midnight
when everyone else is preoccupied
and i am wandering aimlessly through life

I'm still drowning down in the dungeon where the ceiling's leaking battery acid.

Coughing up excuses for the ongoing abuses and it's getting very tiring.

Now!
If I was wired in to the A team, became a member of the 'don't say no team'
my life would be a dream.

Suffering is manifest
do your best and
you're crucified.

If I am to be
nailed upon the cross
you'll soon see
another
take my place.