Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Even Sleep

I look at all the beauty,
Deciding it's ugly and full
Of narcissistic hate.
There is nothing but black
Clouds for all my care.
And all my dreams are
Bitter and bruised and worthless.
No point dreaming
If you don't even sleep.
Blanketed in disgusting
Dismay, all I have left
Is a mind full of holes
And melting in the hot light.
My heart? Doesn't matter.
Perhaps it would have been
Better if I'd been born without one.
Take my soul too.
It doesn't serve a purpose.


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Even Sleep

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