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Bathing in a kind of comfort

That likes to fade and focus

Screaming and thrashing

And then falling to a calm breeze



Tearing apart what's left of my hopes and dreams

And scattering them to the approaching typhoon

Giving up on a former savior

And laughing at what once was my only retreat



You think tears are going to solve anything?

I hope you fucking rot.

I don't need sympathy, compassion or life

I just need a virtual paradise



A promising plant and the sound of beauty at its loudest

A daydream soaked in gallons of chocolate milk

The rain falling endlessly upon a window boarded closed

And the familiar shadows watching me as I recline



Sooner or later I'll reach out for another

Only to get scolded and feel rejection once more

Just another lesson learned

With too many results to organize in an honest way



Life is but a paradox with many chosen paths

There are the pure, the defiled and the destined

And then there are the ones that seem to have fallen astray

Who seem to have no meaning, no comprehension and no faith



We live in a cardboard box

And so many people try to complain

Why fight what you do not understand

When cooperation could lead you down an easy path



Nobody else cares about what is right and what is wrong

Why in God's sweet name should I?

I enjoy euphoria, masturbation and apathy

So much pointless conflict, that's the sin



And where were you when we decided logic?

Why wasn't I informed when the Bible was changed?

And when the fuck did I become such an oddity

Pathetically unstable and morbidly sensitive



And why,

Why do I not seem to understand myself.

Why can I not pull myself together,

And stay that way.



Can you answer me?



No.