Day after day its all the same.
Waiting for something that is never to come
Having no hope but looking forward
To the day oblivion will come
Upon dark raven wings
To call you to the great beyond
Where nothing resides.
Each morning the cycle begins again
Just like the previous day
The great chore continues in monotony
Taking slowly from our tired limbs
Until we move as those entranced
By a horror beyond imagination
Left only to move the robotic motions.
Sadness resides inside us
Because that which is praised as worthy
Is an appealing fruit full of worms
The only sustainance available to us
Sanctioning hopeless living
A dragging weight against movement
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