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.