I have become,
All but impossible.
All of my prophecies,
Are unreliable.

It was all a hoax,
One big fucking joke.
Traveling all the way,
To stay in desolate human emotions.

I have no emotion,
Going back to a place,
That never existed.

Too much to need,
More than wanted.
All the pain,
All the tears.
Inside of fear.

The rain.
The hair.
The plastic.

God welcomes You.