Anti-Instinct: The Withered End

An entity enslaved with the breath of life Born into a system of chaos Weary being, maintaining the machine Extinction is liberty A curse, a nightmarish stare, a lie, a withered end to all Fighting against an instinct, knowing there is no purpose Creating keeps me occupied while I wait to die Survival is the bane of the living To give up is to see a new light A slave to perpetual existence