I am tired. 

I am broken. 

I see no future for this world, 

Only hate, bigotry, and fraudulence. 

Honest souls are few and far between. 

Love has no value, 

Sincere words have no impact. 

I am tired. 

I am broken. 

My soul is shredded and my heart stopped beating long ago. 

No amount of oblivious positivity can cure this world.

I shall finish my writing, 

Then hope this permanent rale in my chest signifies escape from this horror show.

Then I can sleep soundly as dust. 

And you will still be guilty and unrepentant.