Hell Is Other People

A year since the peak

You emerge from the sea

The gift that keeps giving

A trivial disease

I can’t keep living in this world you plague

And I decree:

These voices keep following me in wake of the meek

So remove yourself, or drive the knife deeper and take a closer peek

Above or beneath

It’ll all be over soon, take a seat and enjoy this scene that you’ve painted, hell we’ll drag it to the streets

I’m sick of seeing your fucking face

I close my eyes to which you grate

You don’t deserve happiness

Consider this restraint