Futility

I know that I never used to feel like this.

I used to never think of death, or hear voices.

I used to feel everything was in perfect order; a normal life.

But I guess then came a departure, a departure of innocence.

I am not afraid of the darkness or night.

I am afraid of the stillness; where there is nothing to hide me from my own screaming thoughts.

We go about our day; learning to walk in the morning, offering broken glass to a woman in the afternoon, and cease to exist by nightfall.

We work ourselves day and night, until strength, knowledge and morality leave us, and we find ourselves praying for love in a lap dance.

They expect us to be kings, to be scholars, philosophers, and this is all they f*****g give us? No, I refuse.