Life

Life is like a swirling whirling torrent, more and more i feel abhorrent, less and less important,living in the moment hoping to own it, but it all seem pointless to anoint this. I'm hollow shell condemned to my own hell unable to tell, i sell my soul lose control and build a hole. My life has no price as i brandish my knife bleeding out my life full of strife. Love is a flaw leaveing me in the maw of this demon bleeding me, hardley able to see the things in front of me, it blinds me grinds me tries me finds me guilty, filthy and flawed. I obey the laws picking at straws i form my life to the shape of a knife to cut to the agony of people around me. I attempt to numb myself dumb myself to those around me who crowd me, they surround me. I've got to get out and leave my doubt but with all i do it feels like its a massive drought with nobody to pull me out.