Not questioning
What is the meaning of my life?
It’s nothing at all

To disguise the boredom
Or be swallowed in a swamp of lies
Never
Euphoria
Let my fury rise
In passion flowers

Their bitter seeds are of the same cold soil
And stones lamented

Elation
Hollow dismal joy
A sullen light
A kind of ecstasy

We are all dead now
Do we fail to feel?
We are all dead now
Or don’t you see it?
Or don’t you dare

To stop poisoning our souls with foul breath
Licking its wounds with a tongue of thorns?
Are we brave enough to take the goddamned fate
And make a first step towards death?

We dream of a new day to come
In a fit of remorse regret it at night
Wallow in prayers to ease stubborn pain

Clouding of consciousness
Indifferent mind obscured by relief
Well-being
In deadened serenity

Importunate psychotic lust
For parody of life