the windows are shattered
the windows are shattered
i cannot see
i thought to survive
i thought to not let it be
i saved myself once
i failed to do it again
i am a ghost
but what was i then?
nothing
i meant nothing at all
not to one person
why ever did i call
i set a standard for me
i needed to stand
not to rise or to fly but to justify the horrors
why the fuck am i around?
i'm sick of all this bullshit
people are liars
no this doesn't rhyme anymore and no i never had a high opinion of people
all people should die
all
yes
all
the earth and its surrounding universe would benefit so much from the absence
of an entire species of abusive toxic narcissists who kill other species and destroy everything
that they can for a deluded ego.
dear creature of the most disgusting species,
you kill a baby
to protect an investment
and pretend to regret it
is that because you are a small insignificant blip in a grand and vast ocean of existence?
you decide what "truth" is
and then call it a lie
when it's convenient to do so
but i don't wonder why
the windows are shattered
and now i can see
that the blades who sliced hope
could never be stopped by me
i have been lied to over and over and over and over and over again
i have seen the bullshit of women and men
forget my name
forget my past
you can tell me your tale
you can tell me of something
but now your face is not the same,
because i have stopped believing.
