is this all that's left now?
an endless cycle of pathetic monotony?
black clouds descend from above as i lie waiting for insanity to set in.
are these the words you want to hear
tragic loathing bleakness, you self-promoting bitch?
you hypocrite, you narcissist, you conceited sell-out.
i'm not the one with problems.
i'm not the one in denial.
so publish your own work you wasteland, you squid,
and i'll take care of myself.
and i'll laugh when they realize what you are
and who i am
compared to you.
is this tragic enough for your taste?
are these crimson steryotyped tears enough to appease your self pitying hunger?
that's what i thought. | 
