tiny liars

im not impressed or convinced

just because you can sniff each others asses

and sell each other the idea

that shit doesn't stink

doesn't give you a better result or solution

than that one i came to

im tired of the sound of your insignificant voice

vibrating in my ear

rubbing on every nerve and carving away at all resolve

the attack wont come on fast

it will be slow and subtle

and you wont know whats happening until its too late

and you are already half in the body bag

iike tiny dogs, yipping at the air

when all it would take 

is one swift act of rage

and all that would be left is a red mist in the air

where the body used to be

it is nothing short of pure torture just being around

and having to constantly maneuver through your bullshit

and my fists itch like they need to get some killing done

your life isn't precious

your existence is a result of mouth breathers with bad genes

rubbing their crotches together too much

and we got landed with you

i have no sympathy 

i have no connection to you as a fellow human

you are in the way

you are just another thing thats wrong with the equation

you are the essential that is stripped away to find the real underneath

you are the smudge on the canvas

the world removes you

you are waste

and im tired of your kind playing on our sympathies

get out of my way

or im coming through you