In a mindless malaise
Fuck. why?
Trying toward, some unknown trove of treasure
Diving downward into the solitary and unforgiving depressive depths
Wakefulness is now just work, nothingless is now the norm
Motivations, articulations become mere abstractions
Motions of reality defeated by no less grand motionless visions
Life once perfectly painted in music, Lies now a cacophonous cloud of noise
Effort feels nonexistent, while pity passes through unperturbed
Anything beneath something worthwhile seems all you have
So this is plenty…