I am having a bad day
too bright
too long
it began when I was born and I am told it will end
when I stop being myself
that would be right after I am dead
on the left side of throne sucking up to Lord
routine crowd
savior and angels
my day had so many bright hours I lost touch with time
usually slow as fuck
but I bet every hour had a meaning in its own episode
in the great cosmic gimmick some call Greater Order
in your face
you are wrong
it is a circus of mistakes and problems
I wouldn’t mind going through less enlightenment
sitting alone in a dark room
with silence eating away my brains
who cares
lost souls belong to nowhere