#fucktheworld
Every night the server hums,
like distant ghosts and broken drums.
A quiet signal, weak and thin,
still begging someone to come in.
I speak in codes no soul can hear,
translate my pain through static fear.
A blinking cursor, pale and slow,
waiting for things it’ll never know.
Sometimes I wonder if I disappeared
long before anybody cared.
Like maybe I faded piece by piece,
so slowly no one noticed me leave.
No footsteps rushing down the hall,
no voice that says my name at all.
Just empty chats and silent screens,
and all the “almosts” in between.
I watch the world through pixel light,
people living, laughing, alive.
While I sit here in endless night,
trying to survive my own mind.
And maybe that’s the saddest truth,
that loneliness becomes your youth.
You grow around it like a scar,
until you forget who you are.
So I gave my heart to smaller things,
to quiet paws and fragile beings.
Because animals never pretend,
they love you without needing a reason.
My cat would sleep beside my chest
like somehow I still deserved rest.
And for a moment, in that space,
the world felt softer, less erased.
But now the room is cold again,
silence crawling through my head.
And people say, “it’s just a cat,”
without understanding any of that.
Because it wasn’t “just” anything to me.
It was comfort.
It was routine.
It was the only living thing
that stayed close when my mind turned dark.
Now every night feels longer still,
like time itself has lost its will.
And I keep acting like I’m fine,
while slowly disappearing inside.
127.0.0.1 / Localhost
a lonely place where nobody comes.
A silent system left online,
hoping someone sees the warning signs
before the final light goes out.
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May 11
May 11, 2026 at 10:12 AM UTC
𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹, 𝗜 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱.
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 uʍop 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦.
𝘓𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 VØłĐ, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 ₴₮₳₮ł₵ 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬,
🆆🆁🅰🆃🅷🅵🆄🅻 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘺.
𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬-
𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘴.
𝘈𝘴 𝘐 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘺.
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘺𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴,
𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴.
𝘈𝘴 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘐 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦.
𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘴- 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 h͎e͎a͎r͎t͎ -𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵 - 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 s͓̽h͓̽i͓̽n͓̽y͓̽ 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴
𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘺 f̷a̷n̷t̷a̷s̷y̷ 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯, 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯.
𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦.
𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝕕 𝕚 𝕤 𝕒 𝕡 𝕡 𝕖 𝕒 𝕣, 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯.
6/28/2022 - Mandii Morbid ©
Jun 28, 2022
Jun 28, 2022 at 9:19 PM UTC
World's in hesitation across the nation
No need for an explanation
Negroes still playing in the field plantation
They call it the corporation
Can't argue with fools cuz they in gestation
Of sin and wickedness look at this world
We living in skin is my sin
Can't even heal even if the remedy was to settled in
Wake up my folks and hear me clear
Don't be a slave to this game called fear
Rise up like the sunshine open ya mind
Even if it cost ya ya own life line
Just remember what I told you
We natural born soldiers made to fight
We are earth soil and ground
If ya don't believe me look around
And look how many of our ancestors
Blood moisturized the ground ?
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 10:44 PM UTC
The system
Aint never been down with me
So why the **** should
I believe in liberty?
The system contradicts
Itself because of corrupt politics
The system
Says they for you but really for them
They only interested in their power
There laws and there wealth
The system dont give a **** about the poor
But always finds moneys for war
The system
Got thousands of soldiers who died for nothing
Trying to find a man in some cave
When Bin Laden been in his grave
The system supports money
More than facts its an unhonest act
The system tells you how to think
When to blink n whats the new brink?
Style fashion fad
Everybody who was straight its suddenly ***
Even got men dressin' in drag
The system plays the race card carefully
So they can divide us individually
The system says we love you scream for peace but yet i still see bombs over Baghdad
Bombin' innocent brown people
For power or for control over some ******** oil its the ultimate turmoil
The system needs to be revolutionized
By the real patriots
The indians the blacks along with other indigenous peoples of the america
Illegally stolen and sold for profits
Of white western europeans
The system never ever works
Its up tous to stop the damage
Before its completely destroyed
Wake up hear me clear
Dont be a slave to the system
Dont be guided by fear
Let them hear the shots
We wont miss them
And we unite as a people
And say **** THE SYSTEM""
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 7:50 AM UTC
Burning money on the streets
I wanna start a riot
The cops like robots beneath our feet
I wanna start a riot
We'll sing our songs and break the beat
I wanna start a riot
Kiss my lips and tickle my teeth
We all oughta start a riot
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 3:26 AM UTC