visceral despondency

this visceral despondency

a grand depression

our demise

corruption of the beholders mind

we were born to die alone

in despondency

towards the end

towards the uncertain

the endless void

prelude to all your suffering

unprepared for trauma

the silence is deafening

bleeding through your pores

uncompassionate

distraught

selfish and oblivous

apathy aching like an open sore

fornever mourn

towards the end

towards the uncertain

the endless void

of egoism we're the great defender

our inner struggle irrelevant

the selfishness is deafening

bleeding til it rots

for we are all callous

the walking dead

living life in the backseat

full of bitterness

the living dead

i dig deep to fall again

grabbed by the throat

upon life choke

drawn in to misery

born for despondency

trapped in your head

the heavens bled

as you slither through the hairline cracks

sanity lies beyond humanity's grasp

prelude to all your suffering

unprepared for trauma

the silence is deafening

bleeding through all your pores

through heavy torment

throughout a life of misery

our thoughts drive us insane

a final nail.