Life has become the husk of the wheat
Indignant days drying and parching me
For the sun is cruel and unforgiving
Acidly eating through me to make this existence all the worse
What comfort is there in this life
What has brought me to this state
But all that I have sought to protect
All that I have convinced myself I loved -
And the lie of my life that all the world believed.

What a beautiful moment
In the realization of your utter uselessness
For none of it matters if you live or die
And naught cares for any sacrifice.

The mockery you all claim to be
You are dirt
And you are greed and self preservation.
Such haughty cries
From such pathetic misgiving lives
Protect your profits and scream murderer

We live to believe the falsehoods we hear
For it will always be easier to cover the blood with a sheet
To hide the seeping truths that gnaw at our insides.

Such preached mantra to the all
Of finding happiness within
And only being able to feel it with the spark of your soul
But what is left when such inklings are snuffed
When the vacuum is all that is left inside
In the wake of gaiety, in the abandonment of hope
There is only the absolute desolation.


Penned by my hand on the 15th of Ios, in the year 154 MA.