Dreams in Dysthymia
Dreams in dysthymia
All dressed in thorns
Ceaseless iteration
A cursed subsistence

Wistful consciousness
Of a senseless cycle
Pale blue dot shadowed by a mourning star

Views so hollow
A sky too shallow and a ground too yielding

Effort is fruitless
Intentions are toothless
No space to animate
Insatiable vacuity

Tasteless
Thoughtless
Heartless
Hopeless