What's In Your Head, Zombie

God I wish I believed in you. I can't think, my brain is numb. A mortal, zombie, robot; just trying to find another way to cum. Aces slide on tables and dice hit walls and fall. Somewhere is my future but today I think I'll stall. There's misery in my brain, which doubles as my soul. There's happiness there too but it doesn't seem to show. I can't wait another day to see what that day will bring. I'm so impatient to die but I'll miss everything. When I leave, it's for good, it's never coming back, it's shoulders slung with guns and ammunition down my back, it's cries against and down to hell a swirling mess of hate and pity, but all of you will follow soon you just won't even know what hit you. I have so much time left. Oh god I really do. I want it all for everyone but I'll take my share of it too. Fair enough is fairly against anyone not borne blue it's sad what this world is, but everyone already knew. Paper cuts and birthday cakes ornamental laminates. Rain on Sunday rain in May but why always on my parade? I miss what I've left behind but I gotta keep it moving, nothing ever catches up I might find disproving.