Weaponized Grief

Human garbage bags
Banality close to god
No sense of meaning
Weaponized greed
Everything
Teaches you about suffering
All thoughts, smell, breathe
I fall in love with the cold dark night
I see your mouth, I take infinity
True information
Not just reality
When you see you really got there
All has been, rain is scarce
Everything
Teaches you about suffering
All thoughts, smell, breathe
I fall in love with the cold dark night
I see your mouth, I take infinity
In fucking breath
Inflated humans so dead
So now they have to ride around
Everyone has vanity wants to use it