People you think’re chill,
Rarely are.
Hiding neuroses,
Or more often?
What seems to be undiagnosed mental illness.
Speaking,
Both former –
Latter.
Don’t aspire to be like me.
Don’t want this hell.
Seeking Entropy –
Heat Death Itself,
To Quell My Furnaces,
Of Infinite Creation.
Stars dying out.
To Quell My Furnaces.
