Running from a monster
in a race that always ends
in death,
you are supposed to find meaning
in constantly running,
luxuriously dining on niblets
of pure trash.
Be the best you can be
in this state of persistent
existential peril.
Truth be told here and now,
There is no love in this world
There is no real joy to be found
There is no reward for a well-lived life
There is no hope for peace of mind
There is no calm quiet at the end of a long day
There is no magic power of destiny
There is no good person, not one
There is no true strength in mankind
There is no rainbow in the sky, it is a lie
There is no beauty untarnished, all is vain
There is no sweet voice on the air
There is no hand to hold that can help
There is no pure motivation in the hearts of women
There is no laughter, nor rejoicing
There is no firelight by which to dream
There is no excitement in new places or new people
And this never stops, the power
of there simply being nothing worth anything
It never sleeps, it never forgives
It never relents
This power of nothing will burn a hole
through each one's head
until we are all
quite dead
Truth be told here and now
edit on 2/7/2014 by InTheFlesh1980 because: (no reason given)