Creatures Of Nothingness Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

I've become a giant in my senseless motive.
Why do I do it when everyone is rooting against me.
Because I can, and I still give a damn.
I will never surrender in this life or the next.
Even when it seems so futile.
Perfection is not in the complexion,
its not something you can see, taste, or touch.
But its what you feel on the inside.
Burning churning right through you.
Even a crippled can have wings.
Its a ping to the head.
Get up and sing for their only one thing we need.
And its happiness without the greed.
Its living in bliss without the forgetfulness that comes with it.
Be what it might.
Destroying the light.
Loss of all sight.
Absence of all life.
Creatures of nothingness, roaming twilight.
Searching for more an emptiness.
Feeding off it and creating new and worse creatures we call humans from it.