Looks Like Yoda

In a world devoid of emancipation
Life leaves too many question marks
On my conscience, why?
Why look up
The ground is so much more pleasing
And its where these eyes belong
I renounce
I renounce myself
What i wish to be
Break my neck
Hope's cruel grasp
Progression or regression
It all ends the same
In a world devoid
Emotionless
In a life such as this
Only death is certain
Sowhy wait
Break my heart
Cut my throat
When everything has ended
Slaves by design
Break my neck