I choke down my shot of Freud
With a nice pint of realism.
I enjoy my Schadenfreude
With wide-eyed nihilism.

I had felt as a lost soul.
Empty, unable to save humanity.
That the bell has to toll.
Empathy had taken the best of me.

The news no longer moves me.
Intravenously-fed, sugar-coated placebo.
I just peruse the shit to amuse me.
Subliminally-spread, encoded material.

The institution’s lies, no longer intact.
Disillusioned. Desensitized. Detached.

Written by Andrew