You can't see me b'cause I can't see you

I wrote a haiku

leslie-crusher:

I hate group projects
just let me do it myself
everyone else sucks

(Source: lesliecrusher, via toinfinityandbacon)

Vielleicht sterben wir noch in unsern Betten.

people die because they were born 

Animals

The world is bleak and so is this house. The house of no rest, the house of the undead. The house of mess of creatures that yell like wild beasts out of control, isolated from civilisation. 

This home is no house but a zoo. We yell, we cry, we boast, we starve, we hunt each other. Burn each other. We roar at each other as though we’ve been at each other’s throats for survival. 

But you see, we are of different species. Every one of us. Animals know no God, animals follow what their instincts tell them. They have no rights, no sense of right and wrong. No rationality. 

At the end of the day, the Alpha and Beta will dominate. They will triumph and take down each and every one of the animals in their savannah. But no, perhaps this isn’t a savannah - it is a wild terrain, a desert in the middle of a cosmopolitan city. 

Yes I am dramatizing it, but do you think I want to yell? You yelled first, your tone changed - first as a whimper, then it evolved into a growl, a roar, a yelp of agony, of anger. Of Dominance.

You did not need to give birth to me. I could have continued living in heaven without having to wait for the day I leave this house and experience the start of heaven.

Oh hey, remember 10 years ago? Yes. You may not have noticed, but those scars, those bruised knuckles, those scratch marks. That purple face in the middle of the night. I wanted an escape. But something kept me here - it was God. I’m no animal like you, and I will continue living. There are exceptions, too, of course.

fuck you animal