Life doesn’t matter
and neither do I
For we really have no purpose
but to wither and to die.
Like the fading light
from a setting sun,
A few more ticks of the clock,
and the day is finally done.
Bathe me in darkness
and silence and peace,
Striving no more
in a world that’s diseased.
Time has no beginning
and struggle has no end
Till the beating heart is still’d
and the soul flies home again.
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This is lovely.