Muse.

Countless times in life I hope for blind eyes and deaf ears, or have the lips of these people stitched, their faces scarred. Such pain, words muttered which bring no depth. Such vain, looks molded to please a society where thieves are in disguise. I conceptualize a massacre, devised for the demise of the confused, arrogant and the hypocritical.

One has just called me weird, aren't we all? Those who claim to be normal, deny what their minds have to offer and conceal what is truly revolving around them. Nothing is ever at norm, nor is at its best.

Empty shells, to be shattered.
Void, to be made wider.
The soulless stroll across a scorching land, mute, deaf and blind. End.