People look and stare like I'm crazy
But to be honest I see you all in vertigo
Pulsing in and out of oblivion
Don't any of you care about the truth
Fake.
People ask me why I'm leaving
But I never arrived actually
Just a slate of erroding curiosity
Do any of your pieces fit here
Hate.
People of bloated and dense realities in motion
But I see the potential barricaded within you
Lodged by ego and envy
Don't any of you know love is the best word to describe
Death.
Which is just a means to an end before the next cycle