Burn It All Down

by Noise Pollution

Take solace in all
of the words that you write
the “fucks” and the “fags”
oh, the faceless you fight
as you fumble and freak
and you fester behind
the beautiful glow
of the monitor’s light
This sick
feeding your frail,
frail ego
finding your faith
in the fucking failure
of people
finally filling yourself
with some sick, structureless

Are you happy now?