Oblivion

We are streams of insignificance 

Bound by grass knotted ropes

We kill to find happiness 

When there is no hope.

We leave our bodies

Being torn from the insides

And believe there is a better

Idiots full of "sound and fury"

Trying to mean something 

To a world in a fog

of Carelessness

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

The sense of being lost is apparent here, wherein you have no clue how to differentiate right from wrong. Well done. I liked the thought that goes with this.