Save Yourself

We are just another broken fuck trying to claw through the noise.

The noise doesn’t stop. It buries me, and it buries us. Everyone’s voice is louder than their soul — they preach, they pose, and they feed on sympathy like vultures dressed in kindness.

People don’t care, and they never will. Unless they’ve bled the same way we bleed. Unless they’re still bleeding now. The rest — fuck them.

That’s the sickness of it all: people only care when it makes them look human. Strip away the mask and you’ll see the same rot, the same hunger to consume, to take, to stand on someone else’s collapse.

You turn away. You cut the cord. You save yourself. And if survival means anything anymore, it’s this: kill the population, save yourself.