(Strong Language and graphic)
It’s a cold silence that fills this room.
One that seeps inside my soul
With a weight no mortal should assume,
But it effortlessly swallows me whole.
I sit in the darkness of my mind and cry.
For a life that is as true as a lie.
I’m not happy. I’m not okay,
But round and round this game I play.
Don’t give a fuck. Hold back a care.
Look at all the people who aren’t there.
But that is the lie. People are there.
I’m the one who doesn’t care.
A piece of living breathing shit.
That’s compiled of corn, meat, and spit.
When I walk around, I leave this stinking trail.
Sucking sounds as each foot lifts.
Always growing quieter, as I turn tail.
Hoping no one ever catches a whiff.
For I’m the bullshit monster.
Soggy with piss instead of covered with fur.
I haunt those close to me.
Fucking up their lives and who they want me to be.
I write stuff so people will see,
I’m self-loathing, please feel bad for me.
This fecal line I craftily spin,
Is just another way my victims let me in.
I’m the bullshit monster.
Be careful how close you wander.