A longing sense
To fulfill my days of empty slumber.
The remnants of life,
Like ashes, scattered across the ground.
It all seems worthless
From the window pane,
I gaze upon the autumn tress.
Raining leaves and gnarling mists,
Like my very essence, grey
Travelling through nothingness.
My life is fucking empty.
To exist in fragile light
Silence
Cold
Alone
Death, with no redemption,
We're all heading towards the end.
It is with us, from the dawn,
The dawn of our miserable lives.
We all live in a delusion,
As life holds nothing but death