I can't escape the sinking feeling
that everything is broken
in the beginning where it falls apart
the consumption of the things that comfort
A product that is taking
Precedence over a life
mindless indulgence
to gain contentment
with whats inside
Temporary serenity
selling out to live a life
to break to buy
to find a center
to be a slave
so insecure
offset intent
sell it away
to gain control
and feel secure
broken disaster
barted existence
loaded in a cycle
aggressive in the response
to a motion within a system
caving in to my frustration
I've claimed it all
now it's gone
selling out to live and die