(This primal emotion that guides your mind into wanting total annihilation of what you cannot control/ be part of.)
Your peace of mind will always puzzle me
How you are able to swoop through life unharmed by its teachings
How you are able to trifle without feeling utterly useless
How happy you seem even though your goals and achievements are next to nothing
How you can talk for hours about cars or your new phone
How you can find delight in the achievements of other people
How you portray yourself as proud and interesting even though you are totally empty and predictable
Have you ever noticed how little people do listen to each other?
How little people do have to really talk about in the first place?
Empty words mechanically spurred out
About futile concerns
Why do we even talk…
When you talk to me, I am forced to remember I am a part of this
And I hate you for it, for all that silence you’ve murdered with your stupid fucking conversations
And for shaping this dull routine of existence
Where you so happily love to dwell
This lucid nightmare transcends evil itself
Evolution failed and we have attained the limits of our erred ways
I cannot control this hate, I cannot control how hard it affects me
When I realize how far away I am from this light-heartedness I bore as a child
How hard it is for me now, to be happy, after these years of struggle
I sometime envy you for it, secretly, but then it passes
I would never swap my life with yours
Because deep down I know that one day
You’ll be forced to stop hiding and take a good long look at yourself
Comfortably lying in your deathbed,
All of this darkness you have been running away from
Will come back and there will be no more place to hide
A few years back, I was soaking in the bowels of absolute despair
And all this time I thought I was the one with a defect mind
I look at you now with respite
For all you achieved is giving purpose to your empty and hollow existence
I understand now why serial killers do have an obsession with killing people like you
You do not have the right for bliss
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