Epiphany

Born into perpetual unrest
Forever beautifully depressed
And the thought is pressed
The realization sets in
And the questions get in
But no answers met in
And you start to think
How much more to sink
Maybe you shouldn't blink
Perhaps the answer you seek
Though probably bleak
Under your nose speaks
Then it is revealed
And before the scars heal
Time catches up and steals life
Black out
Final breath
Meet death
Nothingness
It's so pointless