Suspended in the void of gratuitous being
Static I look at life oppress my body
Why should I love this silly event
Totally random and chaotic?
Should I be the proud promoter
Of a life that rescued me from a neutral Emptyness?
We are stones without soul
that fill the meaningless abyss
with futile actions
and futile thoughts.
My mind has stopped trying,
I have renounced the pathetic attempt.
Must lie helpless and wither.
Sidereal space that surrounds us
will be the mirror of my thoughts.
I will expand the boundaries of vision
and forget the human accident.
Stranger to feelings and emotions
Wandering planet aimlessly
Enemy of stars and orbits.
I will overcome the last obstacle:
Love for myself.
Nothing has value including me.
There is no love for groped suicide,
those of our species live so:
spectra of a desolate place.
The perfect attainment of derealization
And depersonalization.
Ethereal spectra chained to the torment of existence.
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