the way seams lost.

all that is has turd to itself and fallen.

what is the norm, it is nothings that

i have encounter or have come to

know. every thing is in the distant past.

but all lay awaiting. i can not keep

any one or any thing within reason.

yet many seek and ask for my company.

heavy lay the burden i carry, and the rode

i walk filled with shattered remorse. how

Can this be brought to an end. to only

end these apathetic dream, to escapee

the bitter biol of reality.

i lay in the stillness of it all

reality passes an i remain in the same.

everything is gone, nothing left to loose,

love, or die for.

no possible way to avoid the pain.

i exist for no an all reason.

my oblivion is internal,

and my longing loose for stability is

eternal.