Dancing on the Grave of Meaning

<p>No man who ever lived saw a sky of perpetual beauty.</p><p>Yet this illusion of peace is what we all grasp onto we cling to a wretched existence of meaninglessness only surviving through this delusion of fighting for fleeting peace.</p><p>Alexander the great is dead and so are we - long before we even opened our eyes.</p><p>The only truth in this life of nothingness is death and all that's in between is a cause of the inherent lack of worth of our very heartbeat.</p><p>The boulder we push doesn't exist and neither do we.</p><p>And yet we burn. And yet we laugh.<br> </p>