The Nihilist Void
Vision clouded by some unnamed drug.
Gestures ignored with an apathetic shrug.
Feelings not felt until they're analyzed.
This must be what it's like to be lobotomized.
Then with one disruption there is no more silence.
It's shattered by adrenaline and blind, cold violence.
There is no other choice but let it take control,
And be consumed by action, body and soul.

It seems so important as you do what you do,
But in the times to come, noone remembers you.
Your actions are forgotten and your feelings destroyed.
You've become one with the nihilist void.

Your body is a symbol of futility.
Hands that can't feel, eyes that can't see,
Legs that won't take you where you want to go,
And a brain that can't comprehend what you want to know.
We strive for perfection but we don't have the tools.
We're less like "human beings" and more like pack mules.
The baggage that we carry is a heavy load,
And our journey only leads us on a dead-end road.

It seems so important as you do what you do,
But in the times to come, noone remembers you.
Your actions are forgotten and your feelings destroyed.
You've become one with the nihilist void.