So tired of nights,
so exhausted of days.
Stuck in words,
and all these clichés.
Don’t want “likes” …
Don’t mean “tagging” …
Don’t like “fake” …
Don’t like “poking” …
Don’t want to “back up” at all.
So much power here,
so much weakness there.
Incredibly indifferent things,
in infinity of the same emptiness.
Everything is so alike,
everything seem so cloudy and crying.
Hearts that rejoice in their death dance,
reality is … it takes everything away.
Beautiful words and the same sentences,
then see what happens.
Just go with it into total loneliness,
That’s where they want to keep you.
No one thinks, so much easier just to share.
Not what’s yours, but the others will make sure you don’t.
Do not know anyone and yet know everyone,
hell is a hole where the world will fall in and share the same mass,
I see no future for anyone in there.