Death Of Season
Of late, it's harder just to go outside,
to leave this deadspace
with hatred so alive.
Writhing with sickness
Thrown into banality (I decay)
Killed by the weakness,
but forced to return.
Turn it off.
I watch the stars as they fall from the sky
I held the falling star and it wept for me,
dying
I feel the falling stars encircle me,
now as they cry
Out there, so quickly grows malignant tribes
Posthuman, extinction, excels, unrecognized...
Feeling surrounded
So bored with mortality (I decay)
All of this hatred is f**king real.
Turn it on.
I watch the stars as they fall from the sky.
I held the falling star and it wept for me,
dying.
I feel the falling stars encircle me,
now as they cry.
It wont be alright despite what they say.
Just watch the stars tonight as they,
as they disappear, disintigrate.
And I disintigrate 'cause this hate is f**king real.
And I hope to shade the world as stars go out and I disintigrate.
--
※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc)
◆ From: 218.166.159.213