Overshadowing The Dark Remnants Of Unreality - Poem by Michael Robertson
Waking up every morning in a pit of apathy,
Questioning the meaning of my own existence,
Birds singing in the blackness of night, counting every
Worthless moment I continue to breathe.
Forcing myself out of bed, dragging on through the day
With the same routine, every day is the same, but every
Day I sink deeper into the misery, walking through the streets,
Crawling with faceless parasites, forcing myself out of this reality.
Lying in the corner in the middle of the night, screaming myself
To sleep after the hours of endless thinking in dark solitude,
Waking up again the next morning to repeat the process, life is
Full of mannequins, the same empty misery over and over again.
God mocks my sorrow, he has forsaken us all, he does not care,
He is a sadist, his army of blind followers unknowingly spreading the
Rotten disease in the name of the cross, war is his entertainment,
Watched From his throne crafted in the blood of those who loved him.
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