So many brillliant minds destroyed,
and futures derailed,
by the shifting faces of nothingness
as the traumatization
slowly evaporizes consciousness.
I was asked what I need in a store,
'"a girlfriend with a strapon
who likes poetry, picnic dinners
cuddles, and pillow fights"'
but I suppose they're out of stock.
I've made so much artistry by now
it's not what they want
they're not even human anymore
as it's not appreciated
for all artists efforts are in vain.
I'd start a business - but what is
the point of struggles
when there is only launderers
and arbitrage imports,
as all ideas are crushed by it.
Stabbing and bullying all who
might get in their way ;
be better than they could ever
even grasp to be
is any talent ruined by them.
As all hope of honest relations
are broken, torn,
there is none who would settle
with us to make do
with what little or much we have.
I'm slipping into the vastness
of all which we could
have been - but never became,
consciousness dies,
I am alone - this matters not.
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