I long to be what I cannot
Chasing a cloud of mist
Speeding into reality without censorship.
Headlong, into a world of excruciating loss, pain and misery.
A pure soul, running with abandon,
Into the swathes of corruption and esurience,
That bathes our wretched, desolate world.
Terror and fear, poverty and deception.
A land seemingly contrived for the sole purpose of
Sucking the joy from all aspects of existence.
Agony and suffering closing in from all sides,
Like the inexorable, eternal hug of death.
This young soul,
Destined for no more,
Soon to be no more,
Takes his last breath,
Fleeting and feeble,
And withers away,
A meaningless life,
And a meaningless death.