A Day called Today
Reaching through my anger to possess a certain sight,
Engulfed, entrapped, entertained through millions of seconds of thousands of days,
All for a paycheck and a fist full of disappointment.
Constantly tired and on the verge of tears,
Separated from this multitude of senseless beings,
Forever destroying themselves, for always knowing all.
Innocence is ignorance.
Truth is Energy.
I am a wrist, cut with a blade, gushing all my blood,
Losing all my life,
To all of you.
No one could keep up, being all too busy running circles around certain nothings.
Now we are lost and the mermaid decided to no longer care.
Such, is my pain.