The Meaningless

The Meaningless,
Is a culmination,
Of abused privilege,
And fallen ideals.

Its shadow,
Makes one shiver,
As it pricks the pride,
Unnaturally.

It lives above earth,
In our upright institutions,
And in minds that smile,
Pointedly.

The Meaningless,
Is a culmination,
Of abused privilege,
And fallen ideals.

It inhabits,
Drunk bedrooms,
On pale, empty mornings,
Whispering drowning oaths.

Its honeyed despair,
Winks from the eyes
Of The Meaningless brain,
Slumping smiles.

The Meaningless now bang,
Their bloody knuckles,
On the underground's,
Velvet door.

And already a fool,
Has cracked it open.