Catastrophist

An unwanted son, a weight that you bear An opened up heart with nothing in there A whole other world inside of your fist A mystic, a critic, and a devastatrix A whole life of looking and nothing to be found A whole world of shit to go around A spark that if you blink you will miss A skeptic, an adept, and a catastrophist This world is a cold bed to lie on It's a cold shoulder to cry on