Nihilism

The truth doesn't set you free
It's a f*****g shackle to the wall.
The lies are a web we weave
Maybe it won't hurt when we fall.

The warmth isn't here for us
It doesn't leech into our skin.
Water and oxygen become rust
Coughing up our every sin.

Feeble words and beating hearts
Like the fog upon lonely moors.
Pinpricks from loud death carts
Feeding into the emptiness lore.

Ouija board to set things right,
Ask the question, spiritual guide.
My ghost to help my mortal plight
The river Styx the longest ride.

Cross my heart and hope to die.
Tell me that I'm out of time.
The wind will whisper out a cry,
The poem will be out of rhyme.