The Void

i hate what life has become dissapointment after dissapointment beating me like a drum as the world falls apart, i seek something to make me numb but like everything else, its here, then its gone like everyone else it fades from me tearing me to the bone with no love to call my own outcasted by my family time after time again but whats new with that.. its a ever repeating strum so i cut myself off, lock the key and break it in tired of feeling rejected making my head my home i pray for an end to this evil generation.. so much technology has stained on so many souls all for there gain, destroying each day they wake so i guess il say a prayer to end this void and may it become as pitch black darkness until the dawn, when i can silence the noise in my mind harken and hear my call