The Nihilist's Lament

Suffering is no more fun than not suffering.
All is made none.
"Mother, may I climb back into your womb?" he cried.
All is made none.
Breath goes stale, body weak, as the mind aborts.
All is made none.
Shelter me under your gaze where the world can't hurt.
All is made none.
God, and drugs and damaged sex map his rash protests.
All is made none,
Give me space where I might blossom when my body's gone.
All is made none.
Rough liasons gave him a junkie appetite.
All is made none.
I beg erasure by the weight of your desperate truth.
All is made none.
Pound him into ash and grime long before the time when
All is made none.
He lubricates his flagging will with a God mascot.
All is made none.
I am more opaque than God. I have flesh, so what?
All is made none.
Father may I sever me from your legacy?
All is made none.
He raced his shadow into sands of oblivion.
All is made none.
Extricate me from the anchorage of history.
All is made none.