WTF, Are You As Empty As Me?

Dear Journal It's hard for me to decipher the complexity of my action When stuck in the moment running away from the truth That creates my present reality while still fully aware of the consequences I sometimes imagine that ripples don't exist if the splash isn't big enough that is Cause, greed for more contact starts a game that leads to bust down, I would never lean on Even if my ding was a free dong Hello Are you there Confuse I abuse the mental of the abused for personal use Which makes me as bad as the abuser's intent while I'm focused on the spoils per-raid I manage to lack empathy for their conditions Unbothered Looking through humans as will-less torsos Delicate enough to crumble underneath scrutiny as heavy as Jupiter's gravity My hands wage wars that savagely ends with finger pointing Redirecting blame to beings That pander to my baser instincts Shallow I think hollow hellos are from an empty you Hello Are you there Sometimes I'm fine with what only my eyes can reach What's inside of you only matters when it's a part of me What's inside of you, iiiiss only me