I covet an impoverished world,
Roughshod amidst the realms of languor,
That ravages a mind and saps a hankers -
My void is steadily unfurled.
But universe is nothing more, than prison.
Onerous drill of helots and their jailers
That pass through time of glaring failures,
This mechanism ticks over for no reason.
Unwholesome glory of lifelines and dispatch,
We face off Holocaust and see no contradictions,
Due to ingrained moral squirms in sacred fictions,
These copycats of hope are trite mismatch!
Treason of meaning steers a barren treadmill
Extrusion of ideals brings vapid Nothing,
Gutting the life and vulturously laughing,
These tangibles deplete our sandy will.
So I will be sheltered by transparent dark:
Where hollow denotations will emerge,
Inlacing things until they bring my purge,
And make me faceless, dateless, stark.