Inner Mind

The words run through me,
coarse through my veins
answers lost,
no one explains.

I wait and think
I sit and stare,
life has no meaning
no meaning to spare.

Whose plan is this,
to live so crude
in a world of pain,
of solitude.

Hatred and malice
the devil\'s own
our fate is planned
its always known.

What\'s to come of this
bleak deception?
Or a place of just,
righteous perception.

I don\'t know..
I can only guess..
so f the world
and screw this mess.