I live in the cave of
bogus wisdom,
monotony,
and boredom.
Too much positivity
has ruined all the fun
of gloomy depression;
it acts as poison.
I just want to save myself
from the world;
I just want to save this world
from the one
that it has made me.
Tonight if I had the power to
destroy the world
I'd push the buttons
before the rush of sentiments
and regret it in the morning next.
But I wouldn't shed ‘ny tear
and make ‘ny noise
because the world has got
deaf ears for me.
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