I dont need this
This weight, this uncertainty
This doubt, these useless emotions for the human condition
Being alive, just a delayment of death
The pointless relationships made, the money, the power.
Useless
Doesnt matter when your gone
It just clouds your heart
And gives your soul the wrong directions
All the problems are trivial
Bad decisions made simply makes for an remarkable ending
Because before you know it the chapter ends, and the book is complete.
And you look around and cant find where you began.
