The hole

I down others for a sence of releive,
stress weight on my chest it's never easy to breathe
His business is my business life's my favorite t.v
so much drama maby a stage could make it complete,
No matter how much I sit and chatter about who matters
I cant seem to figure what matters to me
A sence of purpose unfulfilled in natural being
Is unfathomable yet Im compelled to think what it means
Block by road blocks stoped by tolls and burned bridges
But ima keep watching though it's my job to point out
Who lifes hold the most meaning yet I can't find the reason
Im a tortured soul I feel empty,
Gaze into this paradoxical mirror repulsed and reconstruct
Your pulse cause there's no gain in spite, the hole just grows and glows
More dark swallow you whole until you dress up to kill and unloading bolts
Lifes lost you can't ingnore the cost with out change,
Point the way if a soldiers lost instead of aiding him to the enemies
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