Nihilism

I know it's sorta cliche... for me to say something caught up in hate,
Or display the same nothing that you 'oughtta embrace..
It's that plain nothing I absorb to this day,
Like it's forced & encased, Can't avoid or escape..
& Every things destroyed in its' rage,
Simply tortured & chained,
To ensure its' domain with some insurance or claims,
& what we sought to arrange becomes the cause of our pain,
It's nauseating can't enjoy what you taste,
It takes over your brain, nearly makes you insane,
Like putting dope in your veins or lacing hope in your faith,
It's a hoax with a face.... Artwork in a case,
It's trading fortune & fame, for a purse in exchange,
& Your purpose & fate become a servant of hate,
I can't possibly word what I observed to relate,
When your logic's disturbed, and your reason's absurd,
& the demon that lurks is just your reason at work,
You can't believe & it hurts, what you believe in is worse,
That there is no truth you can't believe in the word,
With Belief at its' end the Nihilism begins...
Just listen to the wisdom I submit in your heads,
I've~experienced everything I wrote & you read(red),
Like an ocean, that drowned my emotions to death,
You can't cope with the stress... all hope is repressed,
And fatigue starts building as you focus on rest,
See the creed you're approaching is provoking in jest,
Thought the path went straight... but instead it went left,
Cause you can't really measure what's left...
When you find that you have no form, of measurement left,
But still you grow worn as it's pressing your chest
No one warned you'd be born as a prisoner kept...
In a caged cell with the visions you dread,
Thought you'd pillage the village but found a kingdom instead..
And you've been found by the king & his men,
They bring death & descent, to everything you defend,
So I present to you nothing, it can't represent,
Nihilism when it calls & it hopes to be friends