Nihilistic Dream

You make me feel so
Weary
Your lies have left me
On my knees
I used to cope
Oh so well
Now I hate so much I
Couldn’t tell

Paper cuts me as I grieve
All this blood dripping
From my sleeves
Another martyr on your
Wall
Down so low I
Couldn’t fall

Clouds
They seem to calm me
Find my haven in a
Storm
Still I keep the blood
Ambivalent and warm
To relieve the stress
To maintain my
Norm

Well I may be drained of
All will for living
Not in the queue marked
Forgiving
I’ll take my time
I’ll keep on bleeding
In the paper thin edge of your
Spine

It won’t add up
Because I’m counting down
Waiting for Nietzsche
Or is it Freud
Apathetically eager
For the day my mind is finally

Void

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