Sunday, November 7, 2010

I Hate It

“I Hate It”
If they were granted,
Have you wondered what your wishes would be?
I am just empty,
At the very core of me.

There are no more wants.
There are no desires.
There is no fearsome flame,
There are no fires.

I am here,
For no reason other than I have to be.
There is absolutely nothing inspiring,
Here for me.

I loathe this place,
Loathe this existence.
Knowing deep down,
There is no resistance.

I hate it.


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