This distorted chaotic web of lies that is somehow life sickens me.
I wish nothing but the worst for the people who did and planned this mess.
But that doesn’t stop the burdens that you people put onto others, or your snide powertripping personas. What’s left of life is a hoax. And as long as you people play god, the devil or whatever the hell it is, life will be tarnished and there will be nothing left but this stupid conspiracy that the entitled and selfish caused. So to you all, here’s one last *******.

With all the parasites feeding on my life, I want to end it all and let their petty torment lead their throats to the knife.
I can’t take their plans and this isn’t where I want to stand.
And with their blinded eyes and minds this makes an impossible hand. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting to demolish them for their demands. So ******* all and your selfish plans. This isn’t life. It’s a contorted hoax of you peoples corrupted hands.

Can’t find meaning in life.
Too much to lose and too much strife.
No more blades, should I ditch the knife?
I want to feel the crimson streaming away my life.
So as I try to find some purpose,
I’ll realize some things in life are always worth it.
But until I reach the final page,
All I can hope for is to stay sane and not let the days escape this untimely play.

And maybe I’m nearing the end, but i guess I was to hopeful waiting for a godsend.
Maybe I went off the rails trying to mend, but it hurts to find out my life was always pretend.
With deception around every corner it’s hard to find a friend to pass the time.
But at least there have been moments when I’ve got to witness the sun shine.
So as I wish I had a little more time, I’ll hope for my new precious soul, things will be more than just fine.

As the storm sets in it reminds me of the end.
I don’t know where I’m headed but there’s no hope to mend.
I don’t know how, but life feels pretend.
I’m sick of their motions, why does it happen time and time again?

Life is too deceiving and I can’t brush off the embers of my smouldering life.
It doesn’t matter which path I take because they all only care about my demise.
So as the peices turn to shards it still doesn’t make sense.
The only thing that makes sense is that it’s life that I regret.

Why is there always some sort of petty hidden plan? There’s no logic involved so where the **** do I stand? I know I don’t always think clearly, or maybe not at all. But all of this conniving fuckery just ends in my never ending brutal fall. I don’t know where this path will take me but there never was a key. I don’t know what to do because I’ll probably never be able to see.