The World trough my eyes.

the world is a scary place filled with a******s and idiots.

it seems like i am in the audience and this life is an act for me to painfully set trough. as i do just that i come to realize that every scene is an act of desperation to try and ruin every little thing that makes this world just a little bit less vile. i set there and contemplate whether or not to pick up the gun laying next to me and put it to my head and pull. then as i gently squeeze the trigger something tells me to turn the weapon toward the actors instead and as i extinguish their life i feel a since of relief or satisfaction. i go back set down in my seat and put it to my skull then pull the trigger. finally destroying the things that do not deserve the comforts of this dying world. i have grown to love and hate this wondrous macrocosm.

Author's Note

my first little poem/ventilation try right here.