Lovely Disgusted Ramblings of a Self-Ingested Being

 
Love sick
Dumb shits
Such as myself

Stand around
Idly by
Full of nothingness

As long as you get yours
As long as royalty succeeds
We worry about nothing
We got nothing
     Yet everything

Amen

To you and your motherfucking condescending albatross of a conundrum which is not anything I condone nor does your mom nor does the Pope and so we sit in this mess eating the ember and feeling incomplete just like yesterday we got nothing so now how do you feel cause I feel like nothing is that you feeling like nothing knowing nothing you sit in the dark hoping for a spark and waiting for better days when in reality there is nothing so sit down and shut up and just be happy with your little insignificant ways you little bastard of hope I’m done I’m gone.

I'm done.

I'm gone.

Peace.