Like worthless meat and bone, I lie in wait. That one day I will wither away.
Does anyone realize that they are nothing? Are they so blind? How the fuck does it feel anyway To ignore the disease of life... I have never been able to understand The discomfort and pain of this putrid existence... This ugly form called humanity... How can you even live with yourself?
I don't want to see the light of another day, Constantly waking to aching bones, Cold skin and corrosive thoughts.
No... it's essence is suffocating And degenerating... Breeding contempt for your pathetic excuse of being...