Scream at the Top of Your Lungs- by: unknown forgotten

Ready, set, ready, 1, 2, ready, ignore.

How futile is this day?
How toxic is the basin from which we drink?
To taste, to feel, to endure the days with thrill
Have the enthusiasm of the wonder ones

What is life without love?
But a worthless attempt to fulfill your own needs
Selfish, on the top shelf, never to get rid of
Or the burden of cement shoes destroying,
Obliterating every eccense of what makes you you

What is loneliness?
An attempt to degrade oneself
Horseshit,
Hold someone's hand and feel better...
Remember what it is to count heartbeats that aren't your own
And that aren't of some poor dying soul
Deprived flesh and bones