Dying In Space Empty

Existing in uncertainty

It doesn’t make sense

You can fight only to be forgotten

Or discovered by a slim chance
Yesterday unknown and poor

Tomorrow rich and on tour

Or simply living to die
Speechless space

There is no grace

You can cry out to the sky pleading

Response nonexistent like we are
Waiting until oxygen goes empty

Hurting well keep your doors closed

No one gives a shit pal

There are no listeners

Mentors missing in action 

Floating around town like what’s next.


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