Who fucking cares?

There are certain moments in life where love passes us by

Some begin with a whimper, some end with a cry

In our hearts we embrace the silence, it numbs what’s inside

A burning sensation deep within

A bitterness pervading the skin

A stinging sensation

Born of days filled with rumination

We fuck with our fists, our hands and fingers

Hoping that this feeling of emptiness, will no longer linger

If I cum over and over again maybe my heart won't feel so barren

I hate, and I stab and I bleed

I fall to my knees and weep

I thrash with rage and I wander

Like a sordid beast filled with hunger

Lost of meaning, depraved, deprived of hope

Angry at the world

Refusing to cope

I understand but I hate

I die bloody and thrashing on the field of battle

My being completely shook

an existence rattled

So, I breathe my dying breath

An icy frozen hollow path

Paved by my hypocrisy

The lies within my skin

My demons, I fear facing them once again

Moments of hope, so far and few and between

Yet, why am I on the existence of god so keen?

Perhaps the suffering of my own

The suffering of others will cease to matter

If I let these hopes that meaning exists scatter

But if hope, god and love are a lie

What are we left with?

Why should we struggle to survive?

Why should goodness matter?

Can't we embrace destruction

Let our brains hit the wall and splatter?

There is no rationality, no meaning or religion

There is only unbidding suffering

An unflinching uncaring reality

A host, a prisoner of its own shell

An intelligence that’s meaningless as well

For the one that writes this is not the one that dictates