Distortion, Abortion
The images in my head are distorted. I look around through a cut glass screen, things hurt more than they seem Forget who I am, I am no more, images reflecting, show me the past, lie inside a state of hate angry at the world for being angry. fun and laughter has no feeling - mixed up and changing minds making life tough rough and ready. electromagnetic static for a machine of envy. take pills to kill migraines headaches of depressing stress unkowing. forboding. eroding. corrupting pleasure in a maggot filled symphony of truth. eat breakfast, watch television, watch nature conjuring its own weapon of mass destruction . hate each other hate me. corrupt. all of this is corrupt.
