tune into your little world
a world of lonely lies
a world of fear
a world of hate
the world
i see in your eyes
a world of misinformation
procrastination
a world of shadows
in the dust
loathing despising
plotting conniving
complicated regurgitated
paranoid mistrust
why should it matter to you
how i act
or what i do
what i’ve done
or things i’ve said
petty little jealousy
rent free in your head
you’re the one
with the problem
because you can’t
control my part
i can see it
eating you up inside
petty little jealousy
ripping you apart
About the Creator
Brenton F
It's just a token of my extreme - Frank Zappa
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Tortured Soul
The soul careened blindly through a void where it scraped against the walls of a narrow tunnel, amassing a cumulative friction that created all the heat the devil would ever need to torment it. There was no light at the end, not even a fire. From the bottom a cold wind blew, and the clash of extremities spawned vapors of terror in the deadened and numbed appendage that was this strange, delirious, drunken consciousness.
By C. Rommial Butler7 days ago in Fiction
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