8hz

just clutching at straws

the world is less than perfect

apathy’s a bitch

my lab up in flames

attacked by a giant wasp

mondays! am i right?

circular logic

you can’t concede to yourself

this isn’t over

twitching a twitcher

the birds subscribe to the feed

nature’s ‘like’ button

fear creeps up my spine

the sense of being followed

from each dark corner

start threading the noose

i’m leaving today, you know

new york fucking sucks

staring at the door
i dreamt it was your birthday
and that i loved you

we danced and we danced

we gave a blood sacrifice

but the rain still came

having faith in doubt
all metaphysical thought
stems from fear of death

fear creeps up my spine

the sense of being followed

from each dark corner

the vile creature writhes

a limbless mass of wet flesh

convulses and spits

map the universe

calculate every outcome

never live a day

Souls, Like?