I have always been dead in the here and now
And filled in the past with feelings and colours
The future seems hopeless and unengaging
Dry, dull and grey

Through filters of nostalgia and self deceit
The memories seem like capsules of better times
Feelings are washed out and hollow
In a recent enough timeframe

Hollowed, hallowed, a world without God
There’s nothing to add meaning to this existence
For aeons I have crawled forwards, day by day
In a never ending stream of time

What’s the point of living?
I am a mortal , and all shall pass
Into the vague void from which the world once sprang
There is no true beauty