Meaningless twirling

The end is near,

Yet I still stand here.

Nothingness dominates,

While the future dissipates.

Living in the present,

So I dare not to resent,

Lest I regret,

The moments I fret.

The past offers no solace,

For failure discolors the haunted place,

Where hope goes to die,

And optimism dares not to fly.

The brightness within the dark,

Exists only as a spark,

It fades as quickly as it comes to life,

Leaving me in a self-inflicted strife.

Natural Conspiracy