The Inevitable Fear Of Existence

Full Of Hell

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What was lost? What was gained?
No color exists out of this frame.
Be born again. Be born anew.
Escape our end for a higher form of truth.
Ever conscious in absent light.
The sun cracks everything in my line of sight.
Nothing's better, nothing's worse.
I'm finally part of apathy's curse.
Both mother and father still hide behind.
So in a sense, they are still mine.
I can't run from this pack of dogs.
We're losing.
Both mother and father self medicate.
So in a sense, they are still together.
I can't run from the swift hunter's snare.
We're losing.
The taste of youth turns bittersweet.
It's all become I dream upon waking.
Nothing's better, nothing's worse.
I'm finally part of apathy's curse.

Nothing's better. Nothing's worse.
I'm finally part of apathy's curse.