Futile Incoherence

Would it be greedy, to wish I am grieved?
Fleeting moments meaninglessly drift by...
How agonizing to pass lacking impression, only abyss.

Life, the cycle, but seems more of a twist.
I suppose fate is for our light to die...
Would it be greedy, to wish I am grieved?

Am I another name upon a list?
The urge to ask, but I dare not pry...
How agonizing to pass lacking impression, only abyss.

Memories beat, alongside pulse in my wrist.
Self relevance is merely a ruse...
Would it be greedy, to wish I am grieved?

Unfulfilled dreams and promises kissed
My sinking sternum beneath the subsiding sky.
How agonizing to pass lacking impression, only abyss.

Will I even spend eternity in bliss?
If I never looked in God’s eye?
Would it be greedy, to wish I am grieved?
How agonizing to pass lacking impression, only abyss.