Suffering Ouroboros

Dreamlike features cascade over the lies, I'll spill out my entrails just to feed the flies, Running in circles the pinwheels of life spin, Yearning for whats unobtainable, truths unseen, Their stomachs churning for it, all that has been, Yet the cycle goes on like the bird to spread it's wings, And the world infinitely spinning over annihilations horizon, Staring nothingness in it's face asking for the meaning of such, All the frivolous pleading for a reality that seems meaningless, Endless suffering, death and destruction, for what? Endless suffering, death and destruction, for what? Endless suffering, death and destruction, for what? Endless suffering, death and destruction, for what? And if this life has meaning than what is the reason? And if this life has meaning than what is the purpose?