WHEN IT COMES FOR ME
a tasteless beauty yet alluring lifeless creatures calling themselves beings how horror would it be to be wiped off our existence a lab test a waste of creatives, waste of canvas a false sense of reality caged sperm for procreation a die has been cast upon our soul plot twist to affirm illusion a fact so light yet most heavy “be bold” I yell to my subconscious “why are thou afraid oh my soul” a little dose of serendipity isn’t enough the oceans roars with pride and obeisance yet my soul repels the miasma it emits emptiness of humanity yet unalarming a far cry for the correction of idiosyncrasies spoon fed by fallacies and ballasts empty space not worth adorn daydreamers and when death finally comes to find me I hope it comes without fear taking my hands like someone who already knows I’m tired and worn out for I have waited years for the idiot a spineless fool k...
