It’s an invisible enemy, friendly only to fears and tears.
The serial thief of joy, it’s the corrupted, chaotic space between our minds and thin air.
Without a care it dials down our quality of life and laughs while we suffer, it cackles at our strife,
And I’m beyond done with it’s nonsense!
I’m tired and over it’s I’ll timed pranks and the bloated lies it tells me.
Go find someone else to fuck with. – RSM
Rubén Sebastián Muñiz | ∞ 