A Western World

truth is breathing

necessity

into the profane

as a reaction

that breeds living

flesh

from murder

death

sir treacherous

(what's your profession?)

deathly living

or f*****g precious

it's all the same

we're all delicious

full of happy sad

pregnant

and muted feelings

bloated from it

... and if your lucky

(retired sans getting caught)

get yourself fat

and forgetful for a living

it's a lovely life

simply

(inserting)

feeling

before death

like it never happened

(obfuscating guilt)

for a living

enjoying enjoyment

(though)

your baby still dies

(pathetically)

it always comes back

(a sad device)

for you

if your unlucky

before you die

(you will mourn)

come here... doll face

let me finish for you love;

now quite empty without stakes

"they call me the tongue bath"

assassin

(are you religious?)

because i hear

truth is euphoria

and the best excuse

to not pay the bills

(is being religious

   these days)

lets pretend you'll see your dead baby today

(who else can hide millions?)

of people like me

(perfect murderers)

hee haw ya f*****g a******s...

(don't believe what ya hear)

cleverly bypassing rules

(making others pay your bills)

letting me run

wholesale....

(me and despicable come together)

that i know this now

that truth is extinct

the monster's unleashed

and always a fleeting moment of truth

(always)

before any moment of ignorance

(it doesn't matter)

if your still alive

it's amounting to nothing

equal to zero...

(canceled)

a vessel for another day

(f****n' apathy)

*prologue*

i really wish i was younger

(by 500 f*****g years:(

before all truth went extinct

before i knew how awful it was

to stay alive

in the west

for no reason

in the west

the f*****g west

(we make no sense)

Author's Note

white chaos