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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