Pessimistic optimism

A specimen of pessimism in my eye
I don't lie when I cry ,
I just Lay outside

with A soul strewn with self deprecating,
hating , slating, all that made them,

who they are,
where they are from ..
I don't give a f**k I want them gone

im A virus entangled with twisted chains,
it's all the same in this game of fame,
we are strangled and vanquished with elusive post-modernism
existentialism :
referentialism,
Extentionism

because
coolness and grooveless, it moves less and less
until it erupts into blownout sadness
I stress and digress that I want it erased
Because chain of snakes is forms around my waist
spitting venom in my face -
andup in my sneakers
f**k this s**t , even I am speechless
I don't know how to do this, I'll come dead last
All I know is I want it
vanquished, and gone fast ,
With optimism brought in to last