-What The Fuck?-

There is no longer any reason or purpose.
There is no joy, no sadness.
No consideration.

An apolitical state.
what are you afraid of?

Ink dries like old blood,
and the words I pen down are its spatters.

Humanity is not an open book to be read,
and my words will forever evade your grasp.

Love and Hate do not battle,
neither of them gets the upper hand.

My mind is reduced to a saturnine pace.
Sleep and blessed calm are forthcoming,
and I realize that
these words
won't amount
to
jack
shit.