Saddest thing ever

When you’re feeling alone and riddled with fear in the dark of the night And playing catch in an empty living room with a helpless playful dog for the sake of his negligible happiness

Hope

Sleepless, cold nights Three little good things that try to push through To make it all right

Money mania

It’s not fun to wake up feeling like you lost your job while you’re out. Unfortunately, maybe what I’m feeling is felt by many who just can’t take a break from the cut-throat world. We’re turned into workaholics and maniacs, robots and scumbags. When we step away, it somewhat lingers deep inside our skin like

Three guys, all f’d Up

Her life was getting miserable-r, just like anybody else’s, but while getting into that cavity that one falls into in the back of their minds; that cavity that makes everything a thousand times more horrible and painful; she had a thought– there were others too, just as miserable. They live perfect lives and always have

The animals have become our puppets…

Unconscious minds, robotic lives, synthetic food, Industrialization, expedited technological progression, automation The labor force driven by coffee and lack of sleep Careless destruction of nature… Children nurtured by media Animals, our puppets

Dark hallway mission

The voice tells me to get into the elevator and to go to a certain floor. I do so as told. Instinct tells me to walk down the hallway. There’s promise of a grand prize; the greatest thing, the highest goal. There’s supposed to be something that I’ve always wanted at the finish. I’m told