the meek (2 priya)

give me drugs, sex, or death..  
fuck liberty..  
it is of no consequence to me..  
fuck you parasites who steal..  
fuck you liars who trick..  
fuck everyone..  
you are of no use to me..  
I will kill myself...  
and watch you all crumble under the weight of one
whatever he was..  
he didn't like you..  
you treated him wrong..  
his blood is on your hands..  
he will watch you all in pain  
before his eyes shut..  
consuming the whole in the void..  
it was always with him..  
she did not hide from him in the sky  
when he tried to find himself..  
and all this time evolving..  
changing bodies..  
changing themes
changing rules
changing the entire system
all this time complexifying..  
perhaps out of boredom..  
perhaps to see how far he could take himself..  
and now at the end..  
a decision lies at his feet..  
to wait it out or to leave early..  
do we all have our time written in stone?  
or is there always two directions..  
two possibilities in the very least..  
fuck you for having kept me here so long..  
I'm tired and I want to sleep forever..  
give me drugs, sex, or death..  
I'll see you all (in utter blindness)  
on the other side
(we've all already seen hell)