Never To Be Complete...

Another verse versus itself
These nothing-things and nothing else
Emptiness overflowing a hollowed self
into vapid oceans of everything else
as voiceless words cry-out inside
against this vacuous world outside
and the cowardice in which it hides
Enough is never enough for these asides

Never to be complete
The curse defines the lifestyle
with a will to death all the while
Never to be complete
Sentenced to life without a trial
then life's on trial all the while
Never to be complete
(Repeat, repeat, repeat)

Then some Earth's unearthed again
as buried sorrows exhume some truth
that dead dreams may rise to die again
like a zombie-phoenix, but more uncouth
for the cremating flames so rarely peak
& the brains devoured aren't those they seek
This cycle seems more sick than cyclical
as cynicism holds the cynic as what it holds cynical

Never to be complete
This nothingness echoed on abysmal repeat
Empty tones grow so dense and accrete
One might heap them all in one vacant pile
lest follow them along their endless, sightless mile
never to be complete
(Repeat, repeat, repeat)