Lord of nothing

Words of lust and love are abound
yet I feel nothing either way.
Love is Hope
and hope is a road to nowhere
a bright path of destiny
Far from my iron-bound throne.
A delicious dark fruit
that I no longer can taste
that is lust
Far from this desert land of feeling.

Fuck off with your words
of love and lust,
I cannot give a rats arse about them
And neither do they have no place here
in my heart or my mind.

They are pointless as me
And as foreign and ignored as my words
and my philosophy.


Soon friends from College are getting back together,
eager to celebrate their years at Univesity.
While they have grown forwards in all fields,
I remain:
Alone
Jobless
Talentless
Feckless.
But now bitter with my self, no longer the joker.
So why on earth should I go?