Frowning, Existing

I stand aloneWaiting for my thoughtsAlone amongShattered visions, waitingEternally, watching:Depressed they attempt mockeryFailure. Ceasing of heartbeatsEnd of pointless daysThoughts infiltrate the voidsOf oblivionHollow joy, artificial happinessBroadcasted daily, and pitifullyRaising futile fistsDarkness maraudsThe excruciating populationsPerplexingly shallowAppears abstract through eyesFamiliar to none elseSatan reaches deep withinMy brain is shrouded in lavaPiercing and burningSearing my past