As I lay here.
At the world today.
Blood dripping from my open wounds.
So I cut myself.
The world is Calamity. Fleeting from you, thusly temporal in nature.
Retards, no one understands my pain.
I am as I once was, you are as I have not become.
Without substance, hollow and vague.
You fear us, we're misunderstood, blood dripping, acid tripping.
And here I am world, look at me now. You said you didn't care, well, we'll see about that now.