This World

we're all depressed motherfuckers with a grammy in our hands and in the band we play in the people we can't stand and we watch and your crotch itches and it never stops the listless beating of stairs leading to the pairs of eyes cries lies flying down instead of rising back to green skylines waiting for your bindless sighs. end a sentence to raid more. bend the pencil in shaded cores of center. found the middle and wanting more.

hunger thirst and touch of people. steep in mind yet it's the creeper. sleep and weep and fuck and bleed. share this word of speaking seeds never to grow and never to lower the highest end of suffered friends or acquainted beings. fiends in arms but lovers in fucks. shows the world that we all suck. we know each other's feelings. we bow to our own stealing.

hate hate hate. paint sedate and fake it. time and days and seconds and weeks. rhyme the pay and beckon the weak. sickness in the ribcage days. hatred in the extra skin. tear and sweat and starve and