Brain Condensation

My mind is a damp and cold place.
I kill people
I save people
I maim people
I hate people,
without them I'd be bored,
probably, maybe, who fuckin knows
I guess I just suppose, I know zilch
and think I might know everything
and that might explain a lot or  
absolutly nothing,  
my mind is twisting so the thoughts race
again I'm in a damp and cold place
where others are the problem, not me.