Plastic Existance

Floating alone, in empty dead space,
The world looked so small,
With an ant-human race.
Coming back down, disconnected,
You don't belong, exist or effect,
Anything around you,
You can't reconnect.

Aim at the aimless, hope for the hopeless,
Feel without feeling, want without caring.

Abandon all life, none left for you here,
Fear of everything, not just the unknown.
Terrified and drugged, curled up in a corner,
Rocking and shaking, just leave me alone.
Don't want your medicine, your 'help' or 'compassion,'
They're no use whatsoever,
When you don't belong to begin with.

Aim at the Aimless, hope for the hopeless,
Feel without feeling, want without caring,
Take without needing,
Fight without cause,
No belief in your 'justice,'
No understanding of 'laws,'
Godless and souless, plastic existance.

Looked everywhere for reason,
For substance and hope.
Again left with nothing,
And no reason to cope.
Gone back to belonging,
In the blackness of space.