Hemingway went out with a bang
Bukowski went out with a “cheers”
And All I hope is that I go out with something more than what i’m feeling right now
Which is nothing
Complete apathy in everything and everyone
Makes me think the devil has already won
I feel the emptiness in my bloodstream and I see the emptiness in my eyes when I look in my bathroom mirror every night
I view the world as my enemy
Yeah, i’m an enemy of the world
You’ve taken more and more from me and expect me to keep trucking along
Everything is fucking fleeting
Like my hands are always covered in grease
Greasy and shaking
It slips through my palm and shatters in a way that I should’ve been expecting
But i’m blindly optomistic
Like an impaired cynic
I’ll laugh it off like it’s a big joke
And die a little more inside
After all that talk about a man and his pride
I see it’s paper thin
Chop block me at the shin
Read off a list about all my sins
I’ll tune out and fade out of consciousness
Tell me oh tell me how it’ll get better
Because all I see is assholes say they are “awakening”
Giving shallow advice and misleading kids
Another religious agenda
Committing silent crimes
Destroying lives
In this world
How are you expected to survive
When you’re of a different breed
Can you live in disbelief?
The fucking truth is what I need
