My real home waits for my arrival,

twinkling and expanding with every miserable breath I take.

I’m growing tired of just survival,

and so my blood pools into the world’s ugliest fucking lake.

Why should I try

when I can just die

and be much happier

without such a boring, pointless life?

It’s my fucking choice,

I don’t expect rejoice,

maybe just some Godamn rest

without all this stupid fucking noise.