What is your output?

Know not names, names have no purpose

That line is crooked

Treat it like the rest just ignore

Where is your heartbeat?

It raises and falls by your wallets weight


Hope is a weapon

Hope is the little sunlight through the thickest fog

I wanted nothing

That could be bought, I wanted something a little warm

loathing & empty
sending me through this spiral
Going where I wish not to know

Let me be nothing

I'd rather not exist than be the ragged one with the polluted soul