Existential torment
Thrust into this life
Kicking and screaming
I appear to become
Quiet
He seems peaceful
Kind
I am still
Kicking and screaming
Rage burning
Hotter and hotter
Because of existing
In this world
Where there is nothing
Nothing left
For me
Inside of me
Things
Used to make me happy
Happiness is gone
I am writhing
Inside
A meaningless existence
There is no
Meaning
In life
There is
Just joy
In being
There is
Only love
What happens
When love is gone?