Finding Far Away Poem by Unnamed Weirdo

Withering trees that are soon to grow old and die
raindrops that have wept too long and have become dry
and the eerie voices that have yelled for far too long
and feelings that have succumbed and become unstrung
Lost in search of something so real but it's all so fake
Tattered hopes and shattered dreams, they break

On my way to find, find far far away
I'm not going to be disappointed or get dismay
Where nothing exists, it's all just make-believe
and its irresistible temptation is a sinful tease

Death is on its way, stepping closer and nearer
Meaning has lost its meaning, its not getting clearer
and the dull mind shrouds with mere perplexity
and rage outrages and no one cares about humanity
Its wicked ways to possess, to fight against is epic
Like burned stories told to the deaf, and mimic

On my way to find, find far far away
I'm not going to be disappointed or get dismay
Where nothing exists, it's all just make-believe
and its irresistible temptation is a sinful tease

The nights churn and twist with fear and intense unease
and the pics are gloomy, imperfect and hard to please
the moon wanes, and bids goodbye with fading light
Darkness reigns with a sturdy hand, its a lost fight
with no more life, it all falls into its self-dug tomb
encased in it for eternity, lying awake waiting for doom

On my way to find, find far far away
I'm not going to be disappointed or get dismay
Where nothing exists, it's all just make-believe
and its irresistible temptation is a sinful tease