The endless existence

I fill my days with waiting

waiting till I end up in a grave

I am relentless without doing any work

I wait for this event because it is the meaning of life

the meaning of my life

the time ticks by as I wait till I die

the fleshy walls of my being suffocates and traps my soul from its destination.

Oh I am suffocated and alone

just waiting for my end

Author's Note

advice please