• Thoughtfulness is destruction.
    Chaos is peace.
    Thoughts are demolition,
    while wars are in me.

    Infatuation is our own self criticisum.
    Insecurities are self-loathing.
    caring is cannibalism.
    And hatred is soothing.

    We life to die,
    for it is all we know.
    Without even a cry,
    we slip into the unknown.

    With a few simple words,
    resounding like a bong:
    If I'm going to do it,
    I'm already gone.