Lost in a jaundiced haze,
I wake alone in dejection,
floating through this void of life,
trying so hard to forget those times I meant nothing
trying to find some reason to move on...
My youth has been so hopelessly wasted in such
loathsome ennui that I find an absence where I used to belong...
A place to run away,
where I can lose myself,
finding a brief moment of respite from the
weight of sadness that still weighs on my soul.
There are no words out there in the noise of the city,
Here, I am protected, staying inside,
wasting my days sleeping like I was already dead.
Sheltered from the dirt,
everything in uncertainty, I wander with nobody.
Nothing really matters,
when entropy saturates each moment of fleeting repose.
Being lost inside my own head, with numbed veins,
I left myself so dull and hollow;
my embers of passion extinguished in my tears.
No tomorrow... no future...
just a waste of being... their lives will be better without me...
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