What's the Purpose
Remove the sun from our lives and perish,
I wish that upon the lowest form of humanity.
The vanity being insanity as I cherish,
The sane ways i claimed in vain as I lack family.
One step at a time continues to two steps forgotten,
So rotten with toxins pumping through the passage ways of my heart,
I feel primed as my mind turns from gold to rotten,
Not even the devil can better the hand I reeled in to start.
Darkness falls on the brightest part of my days,
In ways only imagined by people who deserve it.
The starkness is daunting and unholy while my mind cascades,
To create feelings of indifference to surpass the thought of being
worthless.
What's the Purpose?
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