Flash Theory

I have never felt the divine aura.
I have never dreamed the dream of light,
That seems to spiral everlasting.

I have been embalmed in fear,
A melancholy crawl into panic's freakshow,
Here empty cowardice, there muddy despair,
Our star attraction – death terror.

Is it any wonder that morals melt,
Intentions flee, heartfelt pity passes?
The entirety of thought a tumbling rapid,
Meaning flailing for footing.

Nothing lives, nothing breathes
But the sighs of passing hopes.