My spirit is broken
I cannot weep
So long it has been
since I’ve had a thought
worth keeping.

The rain pours outside
a pathetic attempt
at pathetic fallacy
which could never be represented
by a thought but chill.

These fucking idiots
walking around with their heads
right up each other’s asses
doing what they’re told
and what the fucking system

We need classical music
more than ever
to block out the
and the
and the

It’s about closing,
structure, imposition,
colonization and cages.
It’s about breaking but
not buckling
under the pressure.
The weight of the world
rests solely on you.

No one asks you
how you feel.
You don’t have a fucking
Freedom is a sweet illusion
in the cold clarity
of awareness.


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