It's all over but the crying.

Wake up, the world's fuct and all there is in me used up and fooled and suffocated by choices and faults and stupid neurotic reasons for not doing and doing and I'm tied to this arrow-shot to the sky and the downfall is all there is to come. the grand finale of screaming wind and dismembered earth. Fuck it all. Fuck you all. It's a damn shame but there's nothing to be done-just a scrap of microfilm of life of organism that doesn't make sense that's pathetic that's let everyone down that's hiding and forced to come out.
Can't please anything anyone, shudder, splinter, empty, fuct-like the world like your beliefs like any reason for being here like rage like war-indeterminate hatred and sorrow and pity and loss. Loss for something I never had.
Paint your face, at shadows smile.
Just so defeated. It beggars belief. Nothing can make it better, a lifetime left to mourn my loss. A lifetime left to fail. No time left to be me. An H-bomb shadow crawling across the wall-too late for relief, too late for safety. Just another lonely soul pasted against the fabric of history, his time not yet past his prayers not yet answered, his failing desire, failing smile, empty eyes, spittle dribble decay stench rotten stomach dead brain fluid bleak.
It's all over but the crying.