Lacuna

The darkness is growing. Inside a heart that's full of rage and hatred. Vacuity siphoning the will to keep pretending There is something to be done. I promise this world nothing more. But a permanent state of uncompromising disgust. The beauty encased in the nothingness Formed by years of relentless curse. I will show you what is like. To have lived a life never meant to be lived. And you for once shall attest. That the misery will take you to the same road towards worthlessness. Pay the price and carry the weight that nature has deposited in you. That poison that is despair and the malaise of existence. The unforgiving sickness of connection. Condemned to roam the earth with the flaw of our own design. Predating endlessly and breaking the greatest gift. We are lost to the senselessness of greed. Forever damned extolling suffering. Forsake your expectations to the void we have been feeding. Surrender your senses to the dissonance. Why are you looking at me when there is nothing to find? There is nothing here for you, never was.