It's Not A Poem.

I gave up. I’m sorry. I had all these beliefs of right and wrong. What the definition of human was. I was young and naïve and I realise now. There is no right and wrong anymore. We are barely people. We’re evolving into something new. The world as we know it is over.  It’s time for me to stop being a child. Patience is no longer a virtue I possess. I swore I wouldn’t sell out but I see what it’s all about now. The bigger picture. Loyalty, decency, failure. If you behave as is expected of those around you. It’s so they can fuck you over. They aren’t trying to help, they aren’t trying to teach you. They’re trying to break you. They don’t want you getting any stronger. They want you to be weak and fail because it makes them feel better. Nobody truly gives a fuck about anyone anymore. They just don’t want you putting in for their top spot. Fuck them all. I’m smarter, I’m taller, I’m bigger, I’m stronger. You aren’t me and you can’t take that away from me. I tried to do the right thing. I cared about starving kids in Africa and global warming. I still do. But I realise those things have to happen. Because all it comes down to at the end of the day is you. It’s always about you and you only. Those people, the planet. You could help and try to save them. It would be in vain. I have no consideration for human life anymore. I never understood how someone could do it, you know. When you see in the papers, somebody else stabbed dead for their mobile or for looking at someone the wrong way. It always seemed such a pointless waste of life. It isn’t, it’s the end to a pointless waste of life. People are horrific disgusting creatures. We are a mass failing. They throb and they scream and they steal and they hate, one more dead is one more failure that can‘t bleed the system. People keep dying, around me, the whole world over people are dying. So long as it’s not me or mine I don’t care anymore. What’s the point? Regardless of how we behave or what we want, unless it’s going to make the government more riches and power they aren’t interested. Society on mass, don’t care. Why should I. It’s a lie when they say one person can make a difference. I wanted to be that one. I’m not and neither are you. This world is a cold, evil place. I quit. As of now, it’s me, mine and fuck the rest of you. I’m going to the top. I'm out for money and I’m  out for blood. I’ll kill anyone who tries to stop me now. I don’t feel guilty anymore. I have what I have because I want it and I deserve it. I’m not young anymore. I’m waging war on everyone and everything. This world, the things I am surrounded by, stripped me of any innocence or faith I had. I am no longer human. I am you. Now I hate, just like you. I am completely out of my mind, out of this body. I am a walking catastrophe of anger, resentment and total hate. There is no good in me anymore. Everyday I become further and further away from who I thought I was.  I am not a person anymore. I am machine. I don’t feel happiness or loyalty or dedication or hope. I am numb or I am distraught. You took it away from me. The one thing I had. The hope that one day it would all be ok. I was fucking delusional. We are not inherently good, we are inherently evil. It’s all become so clear. I am nobody and everybody at the same time. At the end of the day, when the sun goes down and all you’re worst nightmares seem close enough to touch. I am alone and so are you. I am completely and utterly hollow.

We are home now
Out of our heads
Out of our minds
Out of this world
Out of this time