Fuck This World
Fuck this world, fuck this emptiness, there is nothing left, there is nothing beyond 30, we struggle on against the pain, the guilt, the traumas, the rejections, the dejection. Has anyone noticed that the end is more pleasant? We live in a vacuum, a hollow reality all destined to disappear, into a void, the crater of despair where we at last accept the coming, a new beginning, the end of what has blinded us for years, entering the vacant moments, all alone in our strolls to nowhere, unable to grasp a worthwhile event, as out predicament develops beyond recovery and we delve deeper into uncertainty and despondency. Is everything that we do, say, act, perform and listen to meaningless?
I cannot explain or cope with every eventuality. It is already too much to expect some mild form of sanity. Beyond nature and creation I see nothing. Humans have long left this field of ripeness and natural disposition. Every circumstance becomes invalid as the core of the universe is challenged by science and madness. Simplicity is a word bereft of meaning, out of context and out of time. All misfortune is created without thoughts of consequences as beautiful seconds are wasted and abused. Vision is now discarded as we focus in on the culmination, and irrationality takes over to bring us that one step, to the limit and beyond.
The threshold is within reach and no reason of sense can pull us back from the raging inferno that threatens to burn. All revolt is useless and not worth a life, as TV now dictates what is real and fictitious. We face this barren desert of peace and more and more of us accept our defeat. Look at your hands, what have they done, what can they do, they act beyond our logical controls and force upon me this apocalyptic conclusion. This tale of doom may seem exaggerated and sensational, from one who has nothing and nothing to give, but deep down below our magnificent pleasures we have died already, without knowing why. We abandoned what was ours, by taking unreasonable objectives and forcing the, through. Too often we cast out those that can see the signs and we hide from and cower from and avoid what is our doing.
The consequences are now clear and the completion is near. Our finale will leave us destitute and free from the responsibility we refused to keep and we will have enough space to travel and roam and escape from all the disasters back home. So now I discharge myself from all that must be and take leave of my senses and my troubled sanity. It only leaves my words to try and resolve why this evacuation had to be so. I bury all hope and with it my dreams and take on a new person from not to eternity.
I cannot explain or cope with every eventuality. It is already too much to expect some mild form of sanity. Beyond nature and creation I see nothing. Humans have long left this field of ripeness and natural disposition. Every circumstance becomes invalid as the core of the universe is challenged by science and madness. Simplicity is a word bereft of meaning, out of context and out of time. All misfortune is created without thoughts of consequences as beautiful seconds are wasted and abused. Vision is now discarded as we focus in on the culmination, and irrationality takes over to bring us that one step, to the limit and beyond.
The threshold is within reach and no reason of sense can pull us back from the raging inferno that threatens to burn. All revolt is useless and not worth a life, as TV now dictates what is real and fictitious. We face this barren desert of peace and more and more of us accept our defeat. Look at your hands, what have they done, what can they do, they act beyond our logical controls and force upon me this apocalyptic conclusion. This tale of doom may seem exaggerated and sensational, from one who has nothing and nothing to give, but deep down below our magnificent pleasures we have died already, without knowing why. We abandoned what was ours, by taking unreasonable objectives and forcing the, through. Too often we cast out those that can see the signs and we hide from and cower from and avoid what is our doing.
The consequences are now clear and the completion is near. Our finale will leave us destitute and free from the responsibility we refused to keep and we will have enough space to travel and roam and escape from all the disasters back home. So now I discharge myself from all that must be and take leave of my senses and my troubled sanity. It only leaves my words to try and resolve why this evacuation had to be so. I bury all hope and with it my dreams and take on a new person from not to eternity.