Lost in a jaundiced haze

I wake alone in dejection

Floating through this void of life

Trying so hard to forget those times I meant nothing

Trying to find some reason to move on...

My youth has been so hopelessly wasted in such loathsome ennui that I find an absence where I used to belong...

A place to run away

Where I can lose myself, finding a brief moment of respite from the weight of sadness that still weighs on my soul

There are no words out there in the noise of the city

Here, I am protected, staying inside, wasting my days sleeping like I was already dead

Sheltered from the dirt, everything in uncertainty, I wander with nobody

Nothing really matters, when entropy saturates each moment of fleeting repose

Being lost inside my own head, with numbed veins, I left myself so dull and hollow; my embers of passion extinguished in my tears

No tomorrow… no future… just a waste of being… their lives will be better without me…