I Am Only Entertainment

in everything worth thinking about
i ask, "where is this going?"
some precious items
for which I'd give a piece of my soul
are tools using tools
devices for our minds to convince ourselves
who's wrong and who's right
for everything not worth anyone
i ingest what is needed
to make me whole again
and just like the ones before
i move to the left
and let you fall
off
this cliff
then you wonder why
i
let you
be caught by someone else
who will just as fast let you go
after they've taken exactly what they want
and you've been drained of anything
that makes you whole
but alas
it is my own fault
for choosing the faulty
and i know why
because you give me something to write about
you prove everything that I've ever assumed
is correct
your opinions change like the weather
your soul is nonexistent
your desire lays directly inline with your own greed
with your own emotional well being
with your own mistakes
which are not necessary for you to execute
if you were a person
with some kind of conscious or moral value
or value at all for that matter
so it's sad for me to look in those eyes
one after another
and see the same things
see the same apathy
the exact hollowness right down into your heart
which is sour as rotten apples
and who am i to talk out of mouth?
divulge all the information that will turn you away
because its the truth
and you know it
but you drink and dance
and want to feel out of control
in order to blame others for your own faulty wiring
"should i feel bad?"
yes
fuck you
and
it's like you're all in line
to get hit with the brick of truth
and i won't be scared to throw the first one
right into your dead eyes
because you don't fucking feel anyway
right?
right.