Of late
it's harder just to go outside,
to leave this dead space with hatred
so alive.
Writhing with sickness,
thrown into banality,
I decay.
Killed by the weakness,
but forced to return.
Turn it off.
I watch the stars as they fall from the sky.
I held a fallen star
and it wept for me, dying.
I feel the fallen stars encircle me
now, as they cry.
Out there so quickly grows malignant tribes.
Posthuman extinction excels unrecognized.
Feeling surrounded,
so bored with mortality,
I decay.
All of this hatred is ****ing real.
Turn it on.
I watch the stars as they fall from the sky.
I held a fallen star
and it wept for me, dying.
I feel the fallen stars encircle me
now, as they cry.
It won't be all right
despite what they say.
Just watch the stars tonight
as they disappear, disintegrate.
And I disintegrate
cause this hate is ****ing real.
And I hope to shade the world
as stars go out and I disintegrate.
I won't be alright…
despite what they say…
Just watch the sky…
as stars go out…