An average emotional state

My inclination to hate

Has been a motivation of late

Whether the life dried through the lens of my eyes

The water running has ceased to exist

As the only thing I seize is the seeming abyss

Head hung, the ground moves

Brain dead, I’m sound proof

With every second passed

I breathe my last Breath

As if every second I died again

In the hopes of finding life again

Asphyxiated on me

I swear not to let my heart speak

For it does what others what it did to itself

Which is life without joy

And a deprivation of help

Incessantly I seek calm

I found it in chaos

I find life on earth a bit numb

Obsequious to its hum

I follow it without doubt

Antithetically I suppose