Nothing to say.
Yet write anyway.

Too much to feel.
Tears like steel.

Dreams of suicide,
the ultimate genocide.

Glok! Glok! Glok!
To a drop dead stop.

Same ol’ story.
All blood, guts, and glory.

The hell of sin wages within.

Mind spins fast,
forgets the past.

Survival of the fittest
or the richest.

It’s not fair out there.

Fuck the goodwill,
just you pay the bill.

Ain’t no mother, friend, or brother
gonna be there to help you bear
the angry years
or the endless tears

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