La vita di Nancy.

Destruction

I struggle, struggle, struggle

through the winding path

that leads only to dead ends

there’s nothing, not anything, 

not even a single glimpse of hope, 

a tiny glimmer to proceed.

But the sirens they call, call, call

and I can’t seem to help it-no!

Sitting here, stepping there,

the steps that lead only to

absolutely nothing.

My mind spins, spins, spins

until there is nothing left,

left only with my empty body.

A reason, one reason, just a reason,

a motivation, a quick push and pull,

there’s nothing, not anything.