Tell me you're satisfied with your meaningless life. All I know is that when I die, I'll rot away with the topsoil, and be at peace in the fucking ground; just a spec of dust in the grand scheme. Useless, pointless, destructive mouth breathers. My nihilistic mind is a collection of the hate I hold. May my reflection forever be a burden. Look me in the eyes as I fake a smile and softly say, "put me out of my misery". This house holds memories I have failed to repress. Fuck the thoughts in my head, the beat in my chest. Free will becomes a child's tale as the murderous echo of revenge makes a home in my thoughts.
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