World of Incomplete
Sometimes I'm glad people can't see the world like I do
Melancholy and all the patterns people use to lie to you
Everyone is so thrilled being swooned by the Haikus
But I find hatred's depth coming on quicker than I'd like it to.
Being bored to reason never solved a thing
But neither is being broken over and over again
I use to find beauty in my emptiness
Because I felt something would come and fill this abyss
But it never did.