Breakdown
Of late
its harder just to go outside
to leave this deadspace with hatred so alive,
writhing with sickness
thrown into banality
(I decay)
killed by the weakness,
but forced to return.
(Turn it) OFF!
I watch the stars as they fall from the sky
I held the falling star and it wept for me, dying
I feel the falling stars encircle me, now as they cry
go out there so quickly,
grows malignant tribes. Post human extinction excels unrecognized.
Feeling surrounded, so bored with mortality, I decay.
All of this hatred is fucking real.
(Turn