i hear you
why can i not put you into words
sick devil of my mind..
illuminate my eyes from this void
allow me sight, so that i may destroy
what need not be
hatred is all that fills these lungs
anger, disgust, rage, sadness, inequality
is all this shell feels.
Unable to think straight any longer
purple swirls of depressing pills
swallowed by the kitchen sink
indescribably, carelessness, sentimental, afraid
Irrational phone call phobia, haha
a desperate attempt to change
too useless i feel, ***** when i hear its ill ringtone
soulless, discrete, oblivious, fitting in
My minds manifesto to those it cares nothing about,
why would it, emotionless, senseless obligation to what?
social recall of those different, seemingly made to feel in-superior to the elite.