Survive
It’s been a while, Yet I don’t think it matters, The cold night still comes, The words are still lost, The intent is no longer tenacious, The once strong dream, divided, decimated, drowned and dead, The once inspirational confusion now moot, The once overwhelming passion now numb. Disillusion isn’t the word, As death slowly creeps in, As the words simply fade away, Into nothing, A nothing they were born to, A nothing where they resided, A nothing where they die to, A nothing for us all. Yet the words still come, Desperate expression, Just to get it out, Good old-fashioned catharsis, Self-indulgent, angst ridden and true, Pointless and deliberately so. None of it matters, None of it ever did, That’s almost a point in itself. We just live, Die, Weep, Mourn, Survive, Digest, Kick on.