Existential Frustration..

Everything is reduced to dust.Like it’s only steel to rust.Somewhere deep within heaven or hell, there’s only ever kind love and ringing bells.

Your desires drag you down,when you can hold that crown.It’s like losing what’s your, like a broken heart left uncured.

Searching for something that never existed is useless and it's a disbelief unless the heavy hand pulls you down to the real existence.

Just like echoes of frustration in the dark..