I read through stuff I wrote long ago
I see I still had hope back in those days
Now that hope is a pin on a penny
A hundred thousand miles away
The only thing that resembles hope
Is the dreams of the end of humanity
Because we’re not worth spending energy
Sometimes I wonder if there’s anything left
In humanity, within myself, or in the future
That could be worth a single fucking thing
From within my animated corpse I stare
Seeing the outer walls move everywhere
As I numbly seem to float midair
Evils around me are millionaires
Nature isn’t supposed to be fair
This is causing my mind to tear

The soul died recently
The heart died long ago
And my mind is scared it’s next
As I blankly stare at my body
Moving about through the world