Death

[Vapeo]

Glass of wine, it helps to bury the problems
Motivated by the views and likes
I'm falling like autumn
Can’t snooze at night
Contemplated ending it often
Might get a round of applause
From all my enemies watching
My biggest fear is that my haters
Got it correct,
That I'm an inauthentic loser in debt
Two personalities
the king and the peasant
I tried to kill my problems with an intellectual weapon
But my problems are as much me as Trump is a president
Bad versions of myself
in my mirror they're resident
Inspecting elements
Perverted mind
Fucking intelligence
Living in stitches constantly injured
Repulsive depictions
communication limited
Make the most of the diction
Writing our life stories
We're all living a fiction
We have problems with vision
Can't read the message like a dyslexic person
We plead and we curse and we worship
Live for a moment,
we go to our graves in our hearses
I’m sick of this.
I watch an addict yearning, for their next hit
Nexus, at which point are we all connected?
Death.