don't allow a poor soul comfort
just because it's suffering
however bad you imagine it stings
don't bet your life against your nature

beyond this existence, there's a future
without you or anyone you know
i try to write it down in a poem to try and show
through pessimism that it might be a false truth

but then my faith cracks, from failing to self-soothe
rereading words that leave no room between the ass and hole
proudly pursuing a worthless goal
loving noone, and wanting to be loved by all