The Rapture of Nothingness
The tentacles of darkness fills my heart.
A thunderstorm of self loathing curses my
Existence on this bubble of humanity
Perhaps to burst one day releasing a
Torrent of retribution for what I suffer.
I've been forced to live the life I live
Because society hands d me down its' verdict
Of guilty as charge d for losing all I have
Chasing the dreams of others while
They laugh at the folly of misfortune.
I am crushed underneath the weight of a fury.
Forced to march in step with the others of the street
Taking handouts from the sickingly prosperous humans
Who won the game of life and now judge
Me for what I am, not for why I was.
I grasp at something to still this pain
Of madness but nothing is there except anger.
Relieve me from the bondage of self torturing
Adventure and let me have the peace to cry
Out to a god that placed me here to an endure
The
Rapture
Of
Nothingness.
Copyright © Mark Heil | Year Posted 2017
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