Mind your own business. Get away from me. Farther into your holes away from me. I dont want to live the way you do. It might be right. But who wishes to be right. Screw right be wrong instead. Dont smoke. Okay i will. Dont drink. Okay i will. Run away from the commotion into the silent arms of serenity pining for warmth. Better the dreams of love than love itself. I wont betray myself at least. Maybe i will. No one can be trusted. Least of all thy own self. Let the walls crash down and reduce humanity to the whimpering few. Let the sky go dark and let the people be askew. When no ones left I wont be either. And so much better for it. The stifled scream of words. Words are so miserable sticking like barbs into eyes. Forcing themselve in whatever form possible. Words are so few so pointless, meaningless too. Destroy language. Let anarchy prevail. Let the good people die. Let the bad die too. And all shall live.
