Sadboy

This some sad boy shit
Never really been on olio
I'm back on my thought over
Somber, I'll write tomorrow
Just right porridge for the horror
The course unfolding
Is there some holy origami that is much larger than me?
Or just entropy I bet
The trees will see my innards effervesce in 80 years or less
In endless dirt den I will never meet my dead friend
Regardless will go zen into the next day
Every morning is electric boogaloo
Every corner is the crux or the crucible
Some je ne sais quoi to it
Some head on some shoulders no specific measurements
Just bits of code to execute like myosin
No time or device for rewinding with, Or reminding of
I might forgot but the emptiness remains
Imagination pencil, a picture perfect stencil but
Thinking sense six'll fix is not sensible or sane
The page that made every face look twisted and deranged
Is pasted on my brain

This some sad boy shit
I never felt colder
Try to better the ulcer
But wonder when it gets worser
The future feels like playing solitaire without a full deck
Brain cells lost their school of fish or wolfpack
Most the time I feel that life is full of gifts
Right now I feel that life is bullshit