This pain is leading me to death
Darkened-soil, the mysterious teeth
Black holes and the black eyed kids.

This chaos is making me struggle.
Each day lived in a house threatened
Is killing us; the non-existent themselves.

What the fuck is life,
If full of care.
It shouldn't lived.
And who cares.
Nobody cares and I don't think
What is care anyway.

Have no desire for lost love.
No desire for any other shit.
Soon the end will put a shawl
On me. And viola, the end the end.

The chaos, the end, Mongolian shit.
I don't want to talk to anyone. And I
Really don't care.

The fights in the den
Are always on.
They never end.
They never cease.

I think the darkened cloud
In front of the seer,
Causes chaos unending within
And, "who are you to teach us philosophy."

Don't shit with us,
We are the God-human.
Don't you dare, tell me
What Joyce, Poe, Manto
Or Ulysses, was.

Who gives a two-fold fuck?

I don't care. Nobody cares.
Who should. Who hasn't. Life will soon end and you will too.