It doesn’t care for this area, these containers, evident by confusion
Placed on test run planet abandoned
Clues hidden from sight but here’s a shovel yeah
I’ve been digging baby, hit some power lines
Shocked when I returned to current time
We’re fighting over one percent of real issues, sky misused
Banished, hope vanished, barely manageable
Submarine depression, underneath surfaces waiting patiently
Uncared for
We’re so lost
Tell us what role we play
Each and every punishing abandoned day
Life a test of endurance no one can say
Left
Left without any instructions but survive until death
Secretly
I wonder if I should jump ahead
Interacting with everyone like maybe all this is a test to see if I’ll jump
Calling
More than robocalls
Important information recording
Impersonal
Seen angels
Spoken tongues
Baptist breakdancing in church helps no one
Earnest prayers coated in tears
Still violated severely
All to the greater good
While I hate myself
Annoyed with this deal
Locked in tight but sleeping pills question grip
Accept programing but it never sticks
Outbursts, holy lies always want full purse
Any earnings dedicated
Blessed to be poor rather than wealthy
Is this what they are telling me
Insane
Working someone’s vision nine hours
Hopes to die with adequate funding
Out of bounds, lies and lines stay running
Underneath all my masks
Tears stream, no buffering, fake laughs
Known since mother died without assistance
It doesn’t care for this area
Doesn’t care for my laymen poetry
Never wanted to know me
Number 247909127
Expendable
Fodder.
