Sit in the mist and soak up the electric atmosphere surrounding you

X-Ray cancerous pulses of dopamine dopamine dopamine.

Feed me my worth

Sell me back my hooked addicted plugged in out of control soul

For a pittance, if you will.

The fairy’s junky lights are burnt out again

Pass her a hit of me or you or that guy who makes funny videos with his derpy-ass cat.

Our void is becoming one too deep to shine through

She’s almost dust

The empath always dies by our hand or its own in the face of stagnant superficial self-interested desire.

It’s cool though,

It’ll only plague our minds for a second or two

Until the next video drops.