Wasting time is a waste of life
Defined by enemies
Perfection unattainable
Begging for more
Settling for less
Face to the cold earth
Hooked on nostalgia
What is left?
Nothing
What is left to say
Caught in age Where everything’s the same
Culture’s blurred
Time passes by as you wait for your chance
But I’m stuck here, a narcissist entranced
I’m terrified of living
I’m waiting here to die
I can’t wait to lie with the worms
What drives me, is futility
What drives me, is banality
I might as well make use of this farcical reality