I do not desire bear hugs
I desire compression to the extremity of being winded
Nullity is my only feeling
I solely await passing
Locutions altered into hollowness
Though I enunciate one speech labeled dejection
At present with battles of my being
Futurity is nothing of the sort
All that I hope for is the end of nothing
On the grounds that nothing matters at the end
Change is constant
Yet all rests as it is
Timeworn as time stays ticking
Time ameliorated me
Grateful for the end of my time
As my agony would be buried with me
