Conflicting ideals ripple throughout the framework
Disturbance
Disorder
Engaging ataxia
Misanthropic cataclysm
Morality redefined
Nothing has meaning
No ideal has weight
Being part of this façade, I can no longer take
Inspecting nature in its essence has yielded fruitless results
There is not one once of potential substance
The silence of being echoes in the winds of despair
Cave into detachment, just like everything else
Yet still tortured by the obligation of meaning
The tension was always meant to break
Destruction of self
The only option
This is a cycle not ever meant to end
Your mind is withered
Your body is starved
Embroiled in self loathing
For feeling a thing
Devoid of motion
This construct is stagnant
We are contrived to this baseless notion
Yet still tortured by the obligation of meaning
The tension was always meant to break
Destruction of self
The only option
This is a cycle not ever meant to end
Collapse under your own weight
Our downward spiral will perpetuate
Crumbling resolve so apparent
Birthing forth dissolution
Forsake forbearance and surrender control
Belligerent throes becoming absolute
Reject all order
Reflection was in vain
Consumed by carnage malevolence shall reign
Engulfed in anguish I will not refrain
Insight the system obstructing all method
Instil imbalance in this realm without meaning