Void Of Hope

As deadened to life as the shadow of a tree lying against a wall, void of all hope, all dignity, walking away. Head held low, upon my chest, nothingness envelopes this being, sending hopelessness throughout my soul. Nowhere can complacency be found, while footsteps fall heavily, smashing minute particles that have been left scattered over gaping graveyard holes. Offering hope where there is none, decadence falls short of entering into a final night before fires of hell consume this fear. Allowing for dangerous events, turning away in tears, hurting from the remorselessness of human undignity. Standing here upon the throne of fruitlessness, casting out shadows, knowing they are all dead already. All endeavors, any semblance of life has been buried beneath the transcendentalism of uneclipsed hopelessness tonight, continuing to be held by loneliness.