My Personal Apocalypse

My "personal" apocalypse I lost my dreams... Yesterday I'm always losing things.. Little things Deliberately, but i blame you. Tomorrow I will be soaked to the skin because I love the taste of rain or just i hate colorful umbrellas verbatim. I feel in my own way... The world I don't have a mechanical system in my head, my fingers bleed when i cut myself while cutting prejudices from my fingernails. I never plan anything that's why they say I don't understand... Life and I don't know... (I need another cigarette) Everything they say is "right" sounds so wrong to me but i blame you. Flags mean nothing to me because I don't believe in order senseless system which serves a radioactive breakfast, but if that day ever comes to believe... That will be the beginning my "personal" apocalypse