me.

I do not care for humanity.
Humanity slides a lie greater than its own comprehension under itself.
Creatures in the corner, shock with words so wrong.

Shock, the truest form of 'waking up'.
Hates me.
Hates world.

Hates life.

Building eternal sectionable questions.
Spits.
Hits self.
Your view.
Your trouble.

Your bus.
Your street.
Your real existence.

Your win.

World agrees!
In they come!


Pretty?

Keep pretty for your own calm lie.