trust

we're doomed

smile for the camera
even though you don't feel it inside
even when its nearly done
clawing its way out

lose your mind in intervals

and if you're lucky
they will glamorize your decay
and make you the new anti-hero
everyone loves a good car crash

everything you love and hold precious
will be homogenized
all the purities rung out
and you are left with a husk
like a taxidermied body
with all the bones removed

this is what the world has in store
for the children you want
your house, car and family
will be dangled in front of your eyes
while they take turns
f*****g you from behind

i am tired of not being allowed
my own small place in this world
only where they delegate and approve of
thats where i belong

my anger and contempt is not a mood
its a symptom
a bi-product of being born
in a house on fire
now, even the few things that i had
to keep my grounded
are losing their content
i am becoming untethered from the world

the only logical next step
is death
intelligence will amount to alienation
to loneliness
you see through the drapes
that they hang on the dirt
you can only cover the dirt so much

its still dirt

I'm losing a war
that i never wanted to fight
i only realized i was fighting
when it was too late to quit