Purgatory
Nov 23, 2021
Trapped
Anxiously weeping at existence
Anticipating Joy
Just for it to pass
Withdrawn from everything
What is there to care about?
Hatred and Joy are pointless
They always pass
Leaving anxious weeping
Existential dread
The same shitty pattern
Of hopeful anticipation
Just for it to be crushed
The abyss
Purgatory
No time
No love
No anger
Just a pattern
In which you are always left weeping
