Cursed

The realisation that I still don't know what I'm doing here,Put in perspective I am nothing,It feels like something has been wasted, and I am fadingTime is growing against me as I grow tired of beingJust another soul spent searching for something inside,I hate my fucking guts, I hate desire, I hate lust,I hate humanity, I hate instinctively, I hate this fucking world for fucking hating meThe chasm in my chestScreams of resounding emptinessI've never tasted this bitternessI never felt this solitude, worthlessnessSo what great vision is this to sail amongst the vast indifference?Accept a trail to hollow senses, where only tragedy breaks the numbnessSo what great epiphany, will spell out beneath my feet?Chain my wrists, and admit defeat, imprisoned by 'the claritySo is this destiny, a doubtful life, feeling empty?Worst of all to make me guilty, blindest of the blind, telling me to seeI might hate this world, I might hate myselfBut I wont be a wasted soul, another ghost like everyone else