the next breath is the last

ready to take off, ready to soarI’m tired of sighing, no longer lyinglaying in the waste, my soul is ready to flyall the money in the world, I still want morethe grass is greener when I’m stilllife is a choice, and I have free willI can see the birds poke their heads outsilently observing, fate […]

finish on their faces

you filthy scumstroking the balls of depressed slavesmasturbating the children to grow oldslowing the rotation of the planetand force feeding modified muckyou call it food, I say mind controlmanipulated to murder each otherthen ourselves, slowly, bitterlyand okay with being taxedevery step of the waythe sun doesn’t shine, it bleedsand moonshine dampens the sex scene