I’m smiling fictitiously, feigning functionality, I battle growing apathy, due to your incessant irrationality. Spewing hate filled bigotry, by angrily insulting me is no longer satisfactory, i've been growing rather weary of your paltry ****** misery. You act like you’re a victim, when you’re actually vindictive, yet everyone still beckons, to your pretentious petty whims.
Your consistent conniptions are causing great friction, you’re a deplorably toxic affliction that your friends have to endure. You don’t seek a cure, ignore the people who care, and never mature, but sure. We are what’s wrong.
Affecting everyone around you with your irritating ignorance, not noticing the damage that you make your friends experience. By acting solely on your selfishness, you’re becoming quite a hindrance.
Replace this self-annihilation with rehabilitation. You’re always seeking affirmation but go about it the wrong way, keep up this desolation and then no one’s going to stay for you. Because with enough persistent pressure, the strongest rock will become weathered, the bonds you’ve made will start to sever, you’re going to lose your friends forever.

If you think world peace is realistic,
you are a ******* idiot.
All the bright eyes and optimism,
I'm getting pretty sick of it.
No, it's not that I don't want it.
It's such a lovely thought.
I just know that evil in this world exists,
People full of madness;
malice, hate,
and rot.
You can stop the useless chanting,
go and tear up all your signs.
And if you can't quite shake the hope,
remember,
children die.

Shallow eyes and Shallow hearts
Go hand and hand
Like broken minds with broken parts

Beyond the beautiful forever
Away from the soulful river
I could see a world unseen by others
A world from where no living being ever returned
Yet I went there to know the unknown

As long as you know mine is the same
That I will always honour your honour
and love your love
Understand when you pay me in venom
I'm only doing kindness, to pay you the same

A man reclines on 30th street's rickety sign.
He takes long drags from a dwindling cigarette,
Smoke melding to the crisp night air.
Pools of reflection,
Flickering in unison with the dimmed neon signs,
Abandoned dreams.
The veins of our city bleeding red with the misfortune Of failed artists,
Of profitable businessmen,
Of single mothers holding on by the skin of their Teeth.
Everyone, looking for a chance here,
Looking for a purpose,
An amicable place to drift.
As for the man blowing the scent of tobacco and Peppermint over this concrete maze,
Well, he is the city.