So far in life I’ve been nothing but lazy. But maybe I’m just acting crazy. Baby the placebo is hazy. I keep asking why.
My ego in the gutter in the lay-by. The mind always on that stutter. Headaches, chronic like a maze of constant suffer. It keeps on that buffer. Feels down bellow oh so chthonic, oh so demonic. Wishful angelic, looking for indifference relics.
Like hell it’s hot to the core. Life can keep you constantly sore. Constant return for more. Constantly burning through conflict galore.
Human society interdicts before they deplore. They deploy decoys for themselves. Endless façades in which we delve.
In which we die through wars on the shelf.
Live your life by yourself, ends are always nigh.
Enjoy before you die.