Bleh
I want to write something meaningul. Something uplifting. Something that people read and think, "God, my life has been so wrong. I want to change. I want to appreciate the beauty in Nature. I want to understand purity and true love."
But since none of that is in me, that is impossible.
I'm tired of stupid mockeries of people who barely deserve to be alive. I'm tired of this plastic society of junkfood-fed morons. Living ghosts. And people wonder why I have to be high all the time. I can't bear this. I can't escape it. I'm a part of it. I am what I despise.
All I can do is observe the rot. The rot in this fetid society. The rot of my own body. The stench of my own mind.
My soul is gone. My heart is black.
All I can do is light another cigarette, drink another Dr. Pepper, pop another valium, eat another oxycontin and wallow in the putrescence that surrounds me as if it were my own filthy shit.
There has to be more than this but there isn't a soul on this Earth that can tell me what it is.
I'm a fool for having any shred of hope at all.
But since none of that is in me, that is impossible.
I'm tired of stupid mockeries of people who barely deserve to be alive. I'm tired of this plastic society of junkfood-fed morons. Living ghosts. And people wonder why I have to be high all the time. I can't bear this. I can't escape it. I'm a part of it. I am what I despise.
All I can do is observe the rot. The rot in this fetid society. The rot of my own body. The stench of my own mind.
My soul is gone. My heart is black.
All I can do is light another cigarette, drink another Dr. Pepper, pop another valium, eat another oxycontin and wallow in the putrescence that surrounds me as if it were my own filthy shit.
There has to be more than this but there isn't a soul on this Earth that can tell me what it is.
I'm a fool for having any shred of hope at all.