Anomic

Anomic

For what purpose do I serve?
For what purpose do I fight?
My extremity is exhausted
Extingueshed is my light

My cause has been revoked
My heart is tired and sick
For what purpose do I continue?
Mimicking a lunatic

For what purpose do I care?
For what purpose do I live?
The days bleed together
The days no longer exsist

Today Is no longer different
Then any day before
For what purpose am I tested?
For what purpose am I sore?

For no purpose do I serve
For no purpose do I fight
When everything is gone
Is there an ending to the night?

No reason, no purpose
No will, no hope
No help from anyone
No pull of any rope

For no purpose do I care
For no purpose do I live
When all is inconcequential
Many things become clear

No longer am I needed
No longer am I here
The world will continue turning
When I dissapear

Today blows with the aeolian of yestreen
The presant dies with unyeilding agony
Tomorrow screams an erstwhile ending
The past lives but is hid behind misery

Anomie