Faceless

𝙁𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨

Faceless animals Roaming around-
"Shut your mouth, stand your ground"
But momma I'm so tired, let me sleep;
And kill my demons in my dreams.
Oh no, I killed myself?
Wasn't even trying, I swear.
I swear by your entity, I was unaware.

Yes world, I tried to kill my demons-
But ended up killing my mind instead.
Shit, my bad.
Don't waste your time feeling sorry for me, lad.
Because I've always hated you all.
Not for treating me like a lifeless doll-
But for not trying to prevent my fall.
Oh well-
I'm not forgiving, your loss.
I'm a faceless menace disguised as a candyfloss.

I'm jealous that you're alive,
I'm jealous of your life.
While I could be the only person
Alive in this world.
Sadistic? That's me;
Realistic? Check.
Beneath my friendly smiles
I just want to kill your good vibes.
I love science since it can tell me-
How many gallons of blood
Should I have to drain out of you for a massive flood.
Realistic, right? Told you so.

Be careful not to lose your shit.
These days I can't even hold my pen
Without tearing up, words explicit.
I'm done smiling, smiles hurt.
I'm done making people laugh;
Too much hatred, I'm alert.
Beneath the smiley emoji
Lies a core radiating negative energy.
Hitting me spontaneously, like bullets.
Penetrating through my amulets.

I want to buy a gold plated shovel
And dig my own grave.
But I'm too broke to afford gold-
Mentally, not physically- I'm sold.
Well then, guess I should just buy
A simple copper one.
After all, there's plenty of gold
Shatthered under my lawn.
Lurking within the hearts
of the Soulless deadbodies of my ancestors.

I'm too busy digging my own grave, sorry.
Hit me up later when I'm done.
I'm good, don't worry.
If you miss me then- there are lots of smiling pictures of me
stored in your memory.
See those to find condolence
In my smile through the camera lens.

Oh I forgot one little thing,
I don't really have any friends.
Too bad, there will be no one to
Eat the candies in my funeral.
Under the grey sky, lonely and cloudy.
Guess I'll be the only body;
Dressed in black, shrouded in white.
Witnessing fate cut the string of yet another kite.

Mother fate, I'm exhausted.
Please put me to bed now-
And turn off the lights.
It's still so bright and warm somehow.

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❝ Never take a writer for granted. They are snipers armed with words. They know how to aim with sentences, how to fire with paragraphs, and how to immortalise their kills in verse.❞

~ Nikita Gill ~

❮ Thanks for reading and keeping up with my toxic breakdown ❯

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