Waste
I have ran out of meaning
motivation, something past.
existence so calm now
stuck, waiting on nothing.
Where do I go from here,
when I crave to stay here
no reason to step further
Lucifer's guiding light, shines
fading in the distance.
No reason to continue
the demons keep me here
forgotten future,
downward this falls
rock bottom not far off
tomorrow it goes again
the cliche of aimless life
another day of darkness
no finding my true place
I am done here,
the fire is now gone,
observing that I've become
waste.
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"I don't want to be just another person, I want to be god."
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