Gross and filthy.

The sickness of the earth,

Shows through death and through birth.

Mortal pets, beings that submit,

Idiots that don't admit it,

I don't fit but atleast I don't hit.

As our organs part like gore,

There will always be left more,

Shivering to the core,

Red swollen eyes feeling sore.

Crying into pillows all night,

Blinding out my sight,

Like the sun shining bright,

With his golden ray of light,

While taking up none of his might.

You'll never know my pains,

Vain spurting through my veins,

Grotesque filling up our brains,

In the part that still remains,

We were tied up to thick chains,

But I broke through my restraints.

Showing who we really are,

Pushing us almost too far,

Lighting up the smoke cigar,

Thinking we're oh so bizarre,

On our hearts, a fatal scar.

Lock my brain up in a jar,

And smash it, au revoir.

May 17th 2022