Writing...
Bitter Expression,
Meaningless electrochemical reactions converted into binary strings,
Interpreted as words...
A cold rag polishing them,
Stripping meaning...
Poems are nothing more than an interpretation of how we feel,
Stories are just an excuse to ignore the world,
Yet we choose to ignore the world,
To interpret,
Quiet Malaise brought on by interpretation is better than true sickness,
Tossing and turning in our sleep,
Instead of burning in the hell we live in,
Why exist when you can write?