Condition

By Inure

On Seemless

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Dreams fake awaken

Trapped and shifting

Slowly losing finds

Nothing left to learn

Tortured soul

The mind it aches

Scratching til it bleeds

Detatch the chord of strings

This freedom, so enslaving

Consuming reverie

Spoils sense of worth

Diseased with life expectance

Implicitly confined

In dissension of

A meaningful existence

Falling from belief

And insecure in hope

We are empty vessels

Sifting through a reason

Living lifeless virtue

We all perish

With rotting minds

So apathetic

Nothing matters anymore

There never was a god

To whore out to save us

From ourselves

Following a path

Complacently defined

Individuality

As sheep, we are refined