Final Meaning

Anger building up inside, putting pressure on my mind, going ahead, ignoring it's pain, looking out at life, it's glory hidden, seeking inside, answers to it's plight. Reverberating down through memories filled with aching, trying to find a place in life that's not so vacant, holding down the anger until it dissipates and dies, finding other pathways to fill it's final days. Wanting nothing left, emptiness steps aside and lets death fill it with stately, regal, domesticated, filthy pride. There being not a thing in life worth fighting for, laying aside all feelings of worth and becoming dead within, having found some meaning, never knowing that it has.