I just can't do this anymore
Each noise
Every fucking thing
Pulls me down
The Christmas tree is still
In its box
It's a week into December
And I just don't care
Nothing
It's pointless
There's nothing to drink
No money
I don't want to think
I don't want to write
But, fuck it all, I'm doing it anyway.
Rudolph is on
I don't give a fuck
About his goddam nose.
And fuck Sam the Snowman, too.
Why is it all so shallow
Why am I so nothing and angry.
I can't tell whether my soul is sick
Or I've realized there is no soul
That we're only pointless chunks of meat
Walking around consuming
And destroying
Until we die.