Heartless and Disorientated

clout

if fir trees emit fog into the woods then can corpses emit diseases into city streets, infect clout-obsessed bastards and drag them into the grave? even if they deserve better, something a bit more violent as an end,

ship them across borders, send them to war then they'll know how it feels to be ripped apart just like suicide notes of their own design, never quite able to find the words to fit the scene, contemplating doing it without any at all but then wheres the fun in that, leaving your loved ones without that guilty clout you delivered. your lies make me want to rip you apart one rib at a time.

red. so can you tell how my mind works yet? i'll most likely cut this off at one hundred again.