The weak and sick. The moral standing of familiar grounds.

The lazy will win / as of now. Their parasitic approach sucks everything from everyone around them. The feeling is freezing to death.

The sick will win / as we all are. I see the reasons behind every one's lies. Blame our intelligence on our health. Blame everything on our health. We're not supposed to argue this point.

We've lain with the devil / our souls to harvest. The weak will win / as of now. Sell your soul, it's easier than working for it.

This is the moral of those around me. This is the poison I'm introduced.

I wish I had the lack of motivation and lack of intelligence to be so frozen. They all seem so happy in their filthy world that's falling apart. They don't seem to notice and care. They blame everyone around them - they're always victims and I'm always the bad guy. I like being the bad guy then.

Give me energy to warm upon.
Give me a shot / a boost / a clear view.

I will not lie down and die. If I'm to freeze I'm going to do it standing, fighting, shouting, kicking, etc....

My thoughts are frozen from a lack of vocabulary. And the fear I can't spell the word correctly. Sometimes I'm so far off and wrong spell checker only laughs it's cruel laugh and I freeze. I'm the victim of my education. Maybe I can play it off. Help me, I'm sick. Help me, spell checker is a big meany. Believe me when I say I'm hurt and I need your hand to hold. I'm weak. I'm sick. I'm under educated by the system of liars.

Fuck me, I'm sick.