The beast and other things

There is no meaning to the world
there is no meaning to it all
Hope keeps me here. Hope never ends.
And If i could i'd change myself
Id turn myself into a beast
and i would never have to think
of things like hope of things like peace
nothing would be of value
Because value wouldn't be.
Hunger and thirst would animate me
and so would wrath for other things
I would defend myself against them
I'd be a body, I'd go on.
A soul of different quality
My blood would boil no more
_____________
So many things disturb me
I cannot shut them down
The many things that make me
everything that I've done
I wanted to erase them
To fall into a void
But I don't have the power
to grow on empty soil
___________
The house is made of walls
and space is made of objects
War is made of weapons
Peace is made of ideas
and I am full of guilt
Which grows when bad things happen
and all i ask for is an end
the end is made of nothing.
time is made of events
and blindness made of darkness
and hate is made of feelings
and water's made of drops
and anger's made of fire
and fire's made of flames
and flames are made of colour
and coulour made of light
and light comes from the sun
the sun the lord and maker
the only thing of beauty
who decides that I can Be.