Your paranoia and distrust of those trying to protect you will be used against you by those who see an opportunity.
Your paranoia and distrust of those trying to protect you will be used against you by those who see an opportunity.

It’s a pulsing drill
That nags my brain
I push the thoughts away
That’s not me
Just toxicity

The text, but the text
The words keep coming
Arial, maybe
I don’t know
Sans serif

The speed quickens
And there they are
One after one
“You’re wrong"
“You’re dumb”
“You sheep”

Maybe the lack of
Grounding serifs
Diminished their compassion
Their hate feeds my hatred
And I find the alternate me
The me who understands
The me who fantasizes

Killing

Them

all

And I see myself
In the other universe
Surrounded by their blood
Surrounded by their demise
Dead by my hands
Made up in blood

I bathe in it
Making angels

Except
Angels they are not
And neither am I
I tried to be good
They tested me
And now we’re all dead

I post poetry, essays, and other creative works of writing. Filmmaker and Performer/Escape Artist

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