Constant repetition of lies already figured out.
Yet you attempt to remind me of things never happened.
Your memory is lost.
Your attention has been consumed by the voices screaming profanity.
My life has been drowning away in ashes of years that came before this.
Failure is familiar. Similar to the psychotic mood swings I’ve adopted from blood before me.
I ache in misery and discomfort.
Calling for home to return to me,
busy tone leaves me faithless.
Will I ever be saved?
Will I ever get off my knees and stop sucking society’s dick.
Deep throating the bullshit insanity chokes me out.
Death seems sweet when life isn’t offering any peaceful options.
Peace isn’t an option in this environment.
Consumption of pride, egotistic maniacs close their fists around my throat.
Begging for silence, for stillness, to squeeze tighter until the light turns black.
They release grip just in time for a conscious break of life.
I don’t want this anymore.
Blood thirsty immigrants can’t find home in a mosquito’s nest.
We are all the same.
Surviving off whatever we can manipulate off another.
Is that really the answer?
Maybe not, maybe I need to change the question asked.