F*ck yeah consumism

F*ck yeah consumism

A Poem by hypochondrita
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pain
pain
pain
i don't know why there's so many of them
this little bird wont be quiet
please be quiet
weird, very weird indeed
doc, it hurts right here
so close, so near
deeply soaked in fear
i wonder what it is
a broken pipe, a glass that shattered
my tool box got lost in the mail so not that it matters
writing is supposed to help
how quickly, exactly?
waiting
waiting
waiting
might wanna hurry or i'm not staying
WAIT
not so fast
im ready to collaborate
though my services will only work
if youre willing to tame your fate
oh please there's no such thing
the world is a random mess 
we try to control by the illusion of sin
oh my sweet troubled child
you dont really believe a word that comes from your mouth
please learn to separate the truth
from the pain that causes you doubt
dont blind yourself because the light is too much to take
just buy some goddamn sunglasses for f*cks sake

© 2017 hypochondrita


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Added on August 26, 2017
Last Updated on August 26, 2017
Tags: sad, really sad, really fucking sad, really fucking bloody sad