Don't Bother Reading This

I have nothing to say,
So, let me start right now,
I do think I have it all figured out,
I only don't know how,

I successfully got myself this far,
That is, I'm still alive,
Despite that we're a system made of things,
Individually can't be revived,

I mean, what keeps all our parts together,
Don't tell me that it's god,
You may's well tell me it is a fairy,
That assembled this bod,

Until I see,
How that matters to me,
Right now, as I navigate labrynth,
That brings death to all who manage leaving.

Keeping the Peace

Tonight I've a mission,
Not to be Scorpio,
To refrain from caring about affronts,
To my intense ego,

Which does not care to socialize with those,
Who behave with bad faith,
My instinct is to let them understand,
That the consequences are mine to make,

Instead I must put on a mask that says,
I don't see anything,
That is the only possible reason,
That they'd still be living.

I'll wear my horn!
Hanging from a gold chain,
Its presence will keep me safe from the truth,
Which will only lead to regret and pain.