Nihilistic Convocation

Ain’t nothing green ‘cept this rotten playaz empathy

Eternally enveloped by a fog composed of enemies

Evil thoughts directing me to kill myself impressively

Monsters from the otha side consuming all the rest of me

Incessantly suppressing all my jealous thoughts, I’m so distraught

Never would have thought that I’d be stressing over pointless loss

Corpses walk, lost spirits fleeing fearful demagogue

Jerking off to PAWGs, can’t dismiss the feel of hellish frost

Frigid grasp upon weak, insipid maw filled with spite

Frightful nights spent awake embracing nooses and the like

Frost of death inviting in the sweltered site that is my life

Figured I could take my life and be relieved of all this strife

Crying in my bed, I await hell’s conflagration

Knowing I deserve it for enduring consternation

Self-abuse infused with suicidal ideation

Ghosts of friends surrounding in nihilistic convocation