Blurred Poem by emergingfrom thedark

I ramble.
I figure it might be the only way to ever
get some half-truths out.
'Cause I don't know anymore,
I can speak the truth, sure,
but only that which is totally obvious.
The sky is blue.
Nah, that's a lie. The sky is dark and dreary.
It's grey. No, it's black.
Starry. No, cloudy.
Is that a moon?
Or a spotlight for this awful play?
I don't know. Can't know.
Nothing makes sense.
Does it?
Hmm?
The city lights reflect
dull vomit-colours
off of those clouds.
Where is the sun?
WHERE?
Why does God always cry on us?
Always pure, slightly alkaline tears
to show His disappointment.
Yeah, God, I'm pretty ashamed of my species, too.
If I were You, I'd be fed up. I'd smite us all.
Good thing I'm NOT You. Yeah?
Yeah.
Yup.
Thanks, God.
I appreciate you NOT smiting me.