Uselessness Poem by Charcoal Bullet

tired fires,
the uselessness governs the world
all is prejudged,
preconceived and ridiculous thoughts
it is impossible to change
it is difficult to understand and accept
useless world
clear as a tear,
clean, as a blow of last year's heart
impossibility to be higher
simply earth, by roots gone in the soul
by reason those, who loses her as glasses
you will sentence me...
it is unimportant to what and when -
the uselessness devours
and they look after...