uncertainty

old poem i wrote :p

dec 3rd, 2020

Mars bans the hypocritical sinners from further exploration,

though the rays of the sun would still find them, 

could still stick their heads first into a wall of goo.

to say that I have never made a mistake would be the truth, impossible to remember if I had, the worst place to hide would be under the bed yet it’s the only place that I can stow myself away

He helps me to a heaping portion of tinged lies. The only thing that I’ve eaten today. And the day before that. And all the days before that. 

There’s no context to this illegally binding contract that you tricked me into signing. Words written on a paper signaling off the very moment of the consumption of cities, states, countries. The entire god damn world has turned to dust. you managed to skip out on the end of the world, yours continuing even after the cosmos has eaten itself alive.