still cleaning the pathetic facade you build.

a brittle construct of pretense

frantically clutching at the strings of control

wrapped in an emotional blanket

stumbling through the labyrinth of stagnation

weight of monotony etched into your bones

prisoner of routine

architect of your own limitation

stumbling through the labyrinth of stagnation

weight of monotony etched into your bones

prisoner of routine

architect of your own limitation

wearing the mask of righteuosness

a selfproclaimed guardian of morality

yet, your empathy is confined to yourself

upon a lofty steed, shallowness beneath

faced with a genuine crisis

the walls of your vessel grow thin

fragmenting into oblivion

unable to hold the rot within

soulless and anencephalic

empty husk of deteriorating flesh

awaiting inevitable demise

perhaps your body will nourish earth

PATHETIC FUCK! a head beyond repair

PATHETIC FUCK! waste of precious air

PATHETIC FUCK! your existence, a burden unfair

PATHETIC FUCK! in the void, no one will care

the seed you planted

growing a mutated form

root of perceptiveness

no one ever asked for

separate the branches

cut away the dead

in hope that truth

will regrow