Scorn

Asked you all a question I didn't need your answer Rhetorical rhetoric Filling in all of the holes The holes that allow my brain To pour out of my temple I found what it is to be Alive just as we've learned what It is to die I feel it distilled Distilled in past time shadow Then it's gone And never to be again I feel it distilled Distilled in past time shadow Then it's gone My brain is out of my head It's splattered on the walls My blood flows from a vein And it's splattered on the floor My head is off my body Hanging on by just a thread You're a little thread You won't go no matter what You're tied to my head I feel it distilled Distilled in past time shadow Then it's gone And never to be again I feel it distilled Distilled in past time shadow Then it's gone Despite all the connections Feelings that aren't there My brain floats in piss Everyone's a stranger Despite all the connections And my scorn