to whoever's praying on my downfall, thanks for thinking about me by casper's pishogue

it’s never that serious,
so i’m ok.
maybe i’m delirious,
with numbered days.
although i can’t see the light,
i stay around.
it’s not that clever now,
so i wrote these sounds.
don’t let liars fool you,
they don’t understand.
maybe they don’t realise
their harmul words.
i listened, stuck around,
and then i found
out that the world hates us,
we are hell-bound.

i am an alien.