I don’t get sleep but when I do, it’s al...

I don’t get sleep but when I do, it’s always nightmares. I sit in a pit of an infinite amount of skulls, trying to remember their faces. I’m not scared, sad, angry or happy. Nothing makes sense and yet it doesn’t have to. Pain is make-believe, destiny is fulfilled and life is had. I’ve left little memory in this expiring world. What’s so great about life? Seriously. Happiness is a fleeting moment. Money? That’s pathetic. Our passions will never change anyone or anything. Love. We have no choice but to abandon them and they’ll return the favor. God. He better not exist because I’m raging a war with the others and we’ll break down those gates! And what happens when you die after you die? Maybe god’s god has something better. I got to get myself a delusion.