No empathy

Your lust reaction makes you understood.
Accept it, maybe for good.
Hollow and appealing, guns, and parasites.
Going through the motions of your selfish life.

Look at you trying to be someone.
You and I know nothing is perfect. You and I know nothing lasts forever.

Were you abused as a child? Were you a lonely one in school?
What was the point in being you? Did it make you feel worth it to be a part of this?