What is your output?
Know not names, names have no purpose
That line is crooked
Treat it like the rest just ignore
Where is your heartbeat?
It raises and falls by your wallets weight
Hope is a weapon
Hope is the little sunlight through the thickest fog
I wanted nothing
That could be bought, I wanted something a little warm
loathing & empty
sending me through this spiral
Going where I wish not to know
Let me be nothing
I'd rather not exist than be the ragged one with the polluted soul