factory reality and im particularly weak
as I realize its inescapability
my heart freezes over
and if love isn't working at the moment
who could blame me for hating it all
god looks me in the eyes and tells me to believe myself
i see theres light over there but darkness is just as tempting
the power trip of a sub when it forgets its place
and the love of an angel couldn't ever be reciprocated now
all i need to do is do right by me
knowledge is possible but will is a variable
and i know its the ego at last
but i get anxieties because you to me are adverse
but maybe it just takes too much to respond
ego tripping while I cut myself down
my whole life summed up in one word
an oxymoron or contranym
something so beautiful creating ugliness in me
attention seeking as i hope it comes back nil since its stealth in nature
pretensed intelligence as a [redacted] reaches desperately despite the fact they're pathetic
never telling the story as self defense as i circumvent myself anyway