Late Night Rambles
Why does everybody put on a front?
This stupid mask that no one believes
The only person who beileves in it
Is yourself, all alone.
Why does everybody live in lies?
This stupid "truth" called reality
None of it is actually true
Even you choose not to belive life.
Why does life always give you a bad hand?
Everybody gets them
They are the prizes of the devil
Though I call him the Universe.
He plays hand in hand with Fate.
That stupid little bitch.
Timing. Always a bitch. Never on time.
Always fumbling through my way in life.
Life is just a jumbled mess.
Just another complication.
A stupid set of worries of nothingness.
Life, a tormented tranquility.
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