With no special meaning
Every now and then breathing
In this poisen called air
Wondering this earth
With no great reason why
Feeling like I mean nothing
I don't want to do anything
Just want to sit here
In this position all night
Stareing at the same thing
With nothing running through my head
In a great daze
Hoping to be slapped out of it
Will someone please wake me up
When will all of this earth-shattering chaos end?
I feel nothing
Friends are falling apart
Relationships are ending
And Yet I feel nothing
What is wrong with me
Don't I even care that all
Of my rocks are causing
A rock slide
Everything is colliding on my head
Soon the feeling of death will take over
And I will feel nothing, again
Soon I will wake up
From this awful dream
But in the meantime it will seem like a nightmare
A reality that never ends, something that kills me slowly
Something that knows my every move from the past
Something that haunts me
Someone told me that things will get better
But I do not think that they know what they are talking about
They don't know what it feels like
To have rocks colliding on their head
All they know is a tiny pebble
Which falls whenever they miss the buss
But they will never know the pain
All I am doing is waiting
Waiting for the oceans to part to one side
And all to be revealed
I am waiting for the dinosaurs
To come back and rule the earth
And cause fear to all human beings
I wait for nothing, and nothing waits for me
Is there nothing in this world that will ever be lousy enough for me?
I went to a wise man and told him that I am nothing
And he greatly agreed with me
And he told me to go to a pool
A pool of black red blood
Where humans are fat skeletons
and nothing much more
Feeling into my back pocket
And finding a piece of lint
It had my heart, my soul, my sence of being on it
I did not know that, so I threw it away
I know of nothing that can be done
To help it get back
I have to start over from the begining
With nothing but an empty back pocket in my hands
Waiting to see the world through the eyes of something else
I wish that I could see what the real point of this journey of mine is
It seems to me that nothing is worthwhile
And everything that is is losing everything that it holds
Its meaning is meaningless, just like you
You hold nothing and mean nothing to me
You can try to make me change my ways
But I will be set in mind, if not body and soul
Wishing I could end this tragic show of nothing