Ego++

Been thinking a lot about what my major should be when it comes to that time

My largest mistake in crafting a persona

Was in that was no room for sadness

A man who is concerned with our political states

Which disposable labor force we have sought fit to imprison

How exactly the chains are tied around our history

Why our schools refuse to outgrow elementary understandings

But never a man who could sympathise with these ongoings

Always objective, proposing possible solutions

Never sought fit to adorn the grave face that seems so common

And it consumes me

Tearing at the flexible marrow and mortar in my bones

This persona who can't spare grief for others

A churned and turmoiled cast set against a white foreground

The foul flames always breathing life into me

Autonomous and dull, recreation is spent on picking at flaked rust

Harbored pain to remind myself of what collapse means

It's not so much a tortuous state of being

But one and zeros an extremely tiresome median to read Plato

Books with questions written with headers and bugs

Error on line 8; object "pathos" undefined

Error on line 5; object "identity" is null value

Error on line 42; Why am I still alive?

Error on line 9; Please terminate program.

What happens should I die?

Will the unrusted carry me until they tire of my cumbersome questions?

See through the facade of a metal husk talking his dry philosophy?

In the junkyard, talking about the fall of Troy

His soul unable to find his way above

Forever creaking in the yard of a man who has strange obsessions

A man wondering how much this tiresome burden is worth

Probably not much would be his guess

It was never meant to be anything great, and it crumpled trying to do it.

Red stains mar what would be a great gambit of fortune