everything
well, sitting in work, boredom...running through life, with no reason for doing so? maybe, typing, taking up more space on the internet, as if my useless rants havent taken up enough already...
nothing new, sifting cold the the dark ashes of memory...basking in the uselessness of existance, and looking, despirately seeking something, a light in this darkness of routine, something beautiful outside the decay, and finding nothing...maybe this is all anything has come to, the end, or the begining...but how can i expect such limited results from such taxing trials?
still no answers as i sit, bathed in the artificial light of my latest means to an end, craving my newest, most hypocritical demon, and needing every ounce of relief time can muster...but its not much, for the reality of time is far to frail, so short and hollow. looking into my own devices for advice, for something to guide me through this void of malcontent...or maybe blasphemy. a tragic herisy, without soul or contempt.
the hatred is slowing, the heat becoming cool and the tepid nature of this alchemy is pathetic.
how do i continue? how do i know this will have an end? death? afterlife? answers?
to few to count and i continue on....
oh, well...................................................................
nothing new, sifting cold the the dark ashes of memory...basking in the uselessness of existance, and looking, despirately seeking something, a light in this darkness of routine, something beautiful outside the decay, and finding nothing...maybe this is all anything has come to, the end, or the begining...but how can i expect such limited results from such taxing trials?
still no answers as i sit, bathed in the artificial light of my latest means to an end, craving my newest, most hypocritical demon, and needing every ounce of relief time can muster...but its not much, for the reality of time is far to frail, so short and hollow. looking into my own devices for advice, for something to guide me through this void of malcontent...or maybe blasphemy. a tragic herisy, without soul or contempt.
the hatred is slowing, the heat becoming cool and the tepid nature of this alchemy is pathetic.
how do i continue? how do i know this will have an end? death? afterlife? answers?
to few to count and i continue on....
oh, well...................................................................