DarknessDarkness

The monotony of it all - a perpetual eulogy to my own nothingness. I’m a masquerade of misery, a charlatan of despair, perpetually begging for the scraps of a fleeting sadness. Can anyone really understand the bleak humor in a life so devoid of purpose? In the end, I suppose I’m just a melancholy echo, a whisper in the void, yearning for a relevance that never comes. The emptiness is my solace, my home, my prison. I’ll dance in the darkness, alone, until the lights fade away.