The Facts of Hate

I hate this keyboard
And these words
and this stupid language
and all the actors who speak it
and all the inequities of happenings
the ability of some to lay guilt free
the ability of some to lay guilt stricken
stupid fucking emotional breakdowns
fatigue and its ugly piece of shit breath
chivalry and its neverending depiction of less than the truth
cowardice in the style of fatigue
anything wrapped in smoke, mirrors, dust, nothingness
pacmen of kindness,
generalizations of anything, soon nothing,
restated facts draped in night time revelary.

midnight attacks,
nowhere to run,
nothing but stress,
nothing but the opposite of clarity, not the word,
not the word,
not the word,
not the word.

the feeling
the feeling
the feeling



Words suck due to the fact they don't really say what they mean,
they are only inklings of a natured thought,
semantics and its ugly head,
a giant, pathetic monster.

like a lake of terms and fruitless actions,
this is a full fledged dip,
spiralling pencil dive.

and in the end? amounts to nothing.
couple of choice memories,
the less desirables are expunged,
convenience is the key to the language game.

fuck you convenience.