Terminate

Glorified melodrama of things
which are nothing to no one
but players and porn kings
and sweet valley high girls
all dressed in pink.
The high life is no life
and no mind, is sinks
as they're reaching their forties
still wanting those rings
to fullfil their purpose
in cooking and dusting.
I cannot escape it, it's in
everything, and
the more that i fight it,
the more that i sting.
I want my own planet
to paint, and to sing
songs of joy and escape
and freedom and Nothing.

Every choice, life, chance and fate
Is pointless and useless, i'm starting to hate it,
No matter how stupid or perfect they rate me,
I'm like all the rest; we all Terminate.

Celeste Cote


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