Rubix

Profound emptiness, detachment of everything

To constantly sin fills you up with nothingness

A beautiful mess, what it is describing it

A tortured artist, tries his hardest, to pass this raw test

Turned a martyr to his own conscience

Like a carcass, it's abysmal that every syllable even minimal

Makes him pitiful and even more invisible

Yet at the same time fills him to the full to a pinnacle of following his goal

Makes it feasible what a cynical individual

His mind is a fortress, many portions and contortions

And I don't know what it is what I constantly miss

Studying myself with no syllabus