I am sick, young and slowly hated
The collection of names keeps me frustrated
You are rash, dead and causing troubles
The virus of life that constantly doubles
The rush of anxiety in which my generation believes is unknown to prior generations is just retarded. Fuck feelings or any one who has ever felt them. I don't care if this has happened, will happen, or never has happened, because it is what I am. No one understands, and everyone understands, the consistent failure of daily habits, the directionless methods used to spawn more fog to try to see through. Repetition is the enemy, stale and inedible for the mind, unwanted.
The need for the hollywood scene that omits these boring procedures of life, how it is craved and how we are carved into the perfect flies to only observe and be swatted during interference. How small are we, and how very sad. We sleep quietly tucked away from all, while our bodies get ready to absorb more tension and pain, the hours become imaginary as a blink shoves us from midnight to morning. Why bother have the fire burning when there is not enough wood for the night? Why fish for food when you will be starving in hours? Why use an example when the situation is perfectly applicable to everything else? Frame a picture if it makes you smile, but realize that you're smiling for no reason, and that the moment the picture was taken can never be revived; imitation is possible, aswell as alteration but not replication.
An effortless expression
A desired confession
Go find god, where ever you may. Let him be the bus coming on time, let him be the nickel under your shoe, let him keep your family together, let him tare your life apart, let him do whatever you allow him to. Save yourself the embarassment.
I don't want to be like everyone else, I don't want to be like everyone who is not everyone else. How do you escape, how do you run away from the sky falling, the world collapsing, life? Easy, buy cigarettes.
