Sick

Are these our thoughts? Thoughts this sick?

We were always sick.

Were we?

We were always twisted.

 

We’re sick. We’ve been sickened. We’ve been poisoned. It’s not our fault. We’ve been warped.

 

This is our time. This is the great freak show. Our type are coming into their own. This is when we’ll make sense. Our lives will make sense now.