I’m so damn sick of suffering.
I don’t even know why
This fucking shit is happening
I’m just a godly guy.
The forces that attack me now
Have darkness in their hearts.
The darkness is pervading this
Pervasive work of art.
And I have to be Noah, now.
I don’t have much to gain
From sitting still in this goddamn
Apartment in such pain.
I’ve done everything within my pow’r.
What else can I do?
I can’t even damn meditate
Or speak from heart to You.
I just wish You’d relieve me from
This misery.
I’m done.
I don’t recall agreeing to this.
This shit isn’t fun.