what is next

i hate being right
and i hate being wrong
i hate being
when there is so much
not to live for

there is nothing
nothing for me to do
nothing for me to continue
nothing for me at all

and then there is this
writing the stupidity away
and you get fed my depression
and you get worse
while i just sit
and silently prey

there is nothing else to do
you know so damn well
don't you
don't you

i keep my distance
i keep my self
as if there was anything
to keep
oh don't think i am that much
just anonther creep

if only i could
i would surely run
i would surely hide
in places far away
so i could
hunt my prey

but there are no prey wothy
most just simply stink
they are so simple and idiotic
i can not even have fun
they are so little and fragile
it will be over before its done
and they will be left
dead and forgotten
and i will starve
so i will not eat
maybe not even a little bite

guess i will starve
out of missery and hell
compassions and humanitairian needs
that have spread its filthy seeds
inside me
inside me
i hate them
i hate it
wish i ate it
but they looked so grose

last week
an old lady walked past the cave
asked if i was alive
because all felt so dead
what was she thinking
if it feels dead
then would it be alive ?
i just play pretend
keep up appearences
untill my end

fuck all joy and happyness
fuck all the stupid happy humans
with their drugs boze and money
filthy beggers they are
looking for honey
killing all
including themselfs
poisoned as they are
and bad for my health
fuck the fake smiles
the empty joy
the misserable laughters
as they stumble and fall

as you can read
i am not too happy
i am not to glad
no i am not depressed
just a bit sad

and nothing is wrong with me
no nothing can be wrong
this is still MY life
and who of you can say
i am WRONG !!
forget it for conveniance
forget it all is written
forget the painful truth
that i have not bitten
i will not
god this will be the biggest hit
you hoped so much
and now
try to laugh
also in your deep shit

i will
and i will enjoy
when all is over
and i burn
for again
my sins will not be
forgiven

for they are not known
no they are not
guess you thought i trusted you with them
guess i forgot

and if you wonder
do i have sins ?
who are you
to judge
who are you to fill them in
oh i love the next part
i will do my sin
say i hate you all
so let me begin

I HATE YOU

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