Hollowness numbing me. Pull me towards nothing. Yet I feel a yearning. To be set free. Circular logic. Is there no point to anything? A mocking stance on antiquity, I convince myself I am brave. But my stance is just the same, as all the others claim. Hold onto beliefs, like glass. Does nothing matter or am I just afraid? While I grasp at what these doppelgangers say. As I sneer, I believe my opinions are mine! A plethora of wisdom that has stood the test of time. I do not understand, achievements of mankind. Transubstantiation, Blood into Wine. Flail and gnash my teeth at anything, terror lies behind my smirk. I have no sense of self-worth. Humankind should just burn. Hold onto beliefs, like glass. It doesn’t matter, no need to be afraid. While I lap up what these puppeteers say. The sounds from my throat. Exemplify my ignorance. Yet I try to justify, this malignant cry. For deliverance. I fill my life with nothing, it takes on religious form. From one excuse to the other what convictions do I harbor? Is God dead? Then do morals matter? Then there is nothing to stop my slaughter. Nihilistic tendencies, one step further to the grave. Evil inherits in man they say. This holds true too this day Hollowness numbing me. Pull me towards nothing. Yet I feel a yearning. Too be set free. Circular logic. Is there no point to anything?