HOPELESS

My passion is the woebegone nil
Back into my memories ciphering
The blank never deciphering

Whooping and whooping with my void
Suddenly, i heard some loading
With such a passion for fading

In there stepped a sophistic 'oblivion'
The fruitless flame fading
The invalid irrelevance invalidating

What could there could be more purely degrading
That listless, listless splintering
I had dreamed of charges cascading

I am shorn of my shading
The grim geek geeking
I crave the unglued, unsent uplift