and i don't know i don't care i'm going downhill fuck fuck fuck this shit i say fuck fuck fuck FUCK! fuck you, fuck this, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck so much i don't know why or what i'm fucking, there isn't no love all you can see is the word FUCK plastered over your face in red, stab stab stab stab stab stab isn't it all trivial, isn't this all some sort of joke? ironic laugh. ironic smile. irony irony irony-

reds purples black, reds purples black. pound pound hammer hammer pound pound pound, bash bash bash ohmygod what's wrong with you bitch, stop pounding yourself into the grave you've dug when there isn't any self to maul. you aren't a you, you aren't a me, you're a bitch bitch bitch senseless bitch cow, dead bitch cow.

breathless senseless wind-flying-in-face madness pattering drops of icicles not snow sun screaming heart wrenching gut churning NO! you're lost in the vortex that you've crafted, angels ripping your lungs out so that you can't breathe. blood isn't red, isn't blue, it's orange which is a mockery because isn't it what you love? but no you're orange because you can't be defined, can't be fitted into the slots of either yellow or red, good or bad. and there you'll drift, drifting into forever, pushed away by both heaven and hell-

(because only time will tell)