The Nihilist

My epitaph was etched the day I was born Here lies a man filled with hatred and scorn He achieved nothing from life until death A waste of space, a waste of breathe It's hard to see the glass half-full When you're staring from a six-foot hole Hand-dug by a broken man So tired he can barely stand Each day is the same old thing Feeling pain from the moment you wake Drag yourself to a job you hate Just to relive the same old cliche It's hard to feel any kind of purpose When none of this feels like it's worth it It just makes you feel fucking worthless Can't see much under the surface My epitaph was etched the day I was born Here lies a man filled with hatred and scorn He achieved nothing from life until death A waste of space, a waste of breathe I just need a way out I just need a way out The grave offers no comfort I am not in the shadow of death Just a husk, trudging through life Without substance or depth My bloodshot eyes from sleepless nights Glassed over gazing at the lights Wondering if I'll ever escape Or will this be my untimely fate Am I doomed to live this way Or will I find my escape