life

What is life? It's the prefabricated motion of what we've come to expect, although some would reject, the very idea is insane, people want to stay the same. Not everyone wants to live, selfish bastards that won't give... a fuck if they died, hurt others inside. Greedy suicidal pretentious emo bastards with nothing but words, falsified and unimportant, cast upone a shadow of a sycophant world unfurled before our eyes. And where would be then? When we start again, a new life, new hope, no strife and no rope. Nothing to hang ourselves with, just duck and cover as the world passes over.

We're all going to die some day, because that's nature's way of telling us we're old, and cast aside like mold. We suffer every day in some silly way, we take it personal and try to find the eternal. For the rest of us there is nothing, we die and there's only worms and maggots, so we make fun of emo faggots who want to end up there. Slit their wrists, silly fucking kids, stupid little twits, world has their panties in a twist. Wear your fucking black nail polish, and go try to demolish, the society you hate, then go home to masterbate. You've got nothing but sadness, pre-imagined tragedy that no one cares aboot. Your opinions are moot, your feelings are void, nobody cares for you, just run and fucking hide.

And then where are we? We cling to life, the only thing some have. The homeless, the addicts, the junkies and trash, the sad fucking bastards with no goddamn cash. They beg for money then ride all day, to find some booze and wash the pain away. Fucking pathetic, that's right I said it, just fucking die you don't deserve life. Slit your throat with your own rusted knife. Disappear into the sunset, and don't think to fret of the life you left behind, you're greedy and eaten up inside. Self consumed, self absorbed, pointless waste of space on the earth we call our home.

So fucking die, and fly away, into the sunset now, today. You won't be missed, you're hated so much, you don't want contact or human touch. A fucking useless piece of ghetto trash, go buy another pound of hash. Try to smoke your pain away, needle your veins, just take the reins and take control, fall into the deep dark hole you've dug for yourself.

Fuck off.