Existential

The souls that life's cruel torture touches are the souls that see the world for what it truly is. There are no rainbows or happily ever afters. 

There's a day-by-day existence that has already reached the peak of existential reasoning. The world that gives you nothing, after you pour out your very existence at the altar of ignorance. You’re nothing beneath its terrible gaze or the terrorizing glimmer of its non-possessing kindness. 

Clenching and choking the brick from above, the ivy is life and you are the brick. Made from the clay and the breath of the world—choked by the green deceiving growth of the three leaves of life.