Pointless like many things

My false vision’s rebuilding a new world In the pursuit of happiness the day decays But I found nothing yet in this doom of eternity Still in my illusion of recreating myself Lost in the doubt under moldering skin of my desires The despairs of creation within the tears In my last solitude suffering is my point of view The loneliness of nothingness inside the body of …. It’s all in my ultimate emptiness The fears of being and will not be forever It’s pointless to think …in these endless despairs