lonewolf-17

I am a writer who does not contrive I am a shell that does not strive I am a painter who does not create I am a shell, just still and sedate I am nothing trapped in a shell I am nothing, I just dwell For what does it all mean? Existence seems just so obscene In the crushing end of the human consciousness, I am just a shell floating in a sea of nothingness, Blissfully, cruelly, slowly, endlessly