Daydreams

It's 6:14am. I found myself tonight, among the bodies of my old selves, in between the sheets of skin and bone. I find myself in the ripples of the pools of blood and mulch. I find myself deeply seated in a world of incurable cancer. Tell me sweet nothings, people who have no face. Tell me how much I have missed from the world, tell me how much I am wrong about things. Tell me, again and again how I am mistaken. I am mistaken, truly, but not in my demeanor, or my ideas, but in the faith I have placed in humanity. A faith that I gave to the world, and it was torn apart by the cruel and careless. Leave me be, leave me be, for one of meaninglessness should not pursue the simple treasures of humans. I need more, I need less, yet I find myself among the blood and flesh of these faceless creatures of day. Fuck the world, fuck the world and it's evil.