Apathy in springtime
is like
Genotoxins in the water

I am the oily sheen floating on a puddle in macadam
Disgusting
As a poet who does not have cancer,
Making his analogies

I have stopped hitting people up
I have had resonance issues for some years now
Maybe I should change my perspective

Caustic, no, I stay inside
You let me hide my hate
Sometimes
But demons need to breathe
Sometimes
Do I really need to breathe?
Cack.

What if I'm redundant?
It's killing musical love, ecological love, and romance

What if I'm everything I see?
Then I am dying

What if I just come back the same person?
Well why would you be any different?
Why do you think we would be forced to start over?

You.

Oh you,
You are the enemy,
Til the bitter end.

Well, I know so let me chill
I don't wanna hurt you...

Yes you do you just don't want to admit that's what you're doing
Pretending to be peaceful

And we go along like that
And I'm so ******* terrified

The dancers
Oh, they dance before
And after you dance with them

They dance when you are awkward
They dance when you are depressed

They dance when you are dying
They dance on your chest

But when you're dancing with them
Wait, a hole can never dance
So I guess we manifest like that
You always had a chance

Because when I need my eyes to see
So I can surely win
The optic nerve that might be you
It dances impossibly well!

But the scene that I am looking at
It's nice, oh to be sure!
But it can't be as good as the feeling
Of dancing like you dance

You behave differently now...

I know what you'd say:
I'm overthinking it
I need a mental health check

But I know what I saw,

The way you act now
It's like I can tell how it's all in my head.

Deny deny deny

I see a broken world
Full of teasing and hissing demons
I see archangels building and denying pitfalls

I see a deterministic world asking me to take responsibility
I watch myself degrading, I
Am like the supermassive sisters in the sky

I can't say I don't want your world
They made side illegal

And I don't wanna get a job
And I don't want to deal with your opinion on it
And I don't want to deal with their supremacy over me

It's a broken concept;
Can't fix it.

The image of the perfect ones
Has been spoiled by the dissidents--

The dissidents that always arise
With their frothing blood
The ones who know they're right

See their exposed necks,
And hear their desperate cries.

The warriors of love have found
Charisma in their mirrors
See how convinced they are of righteous cause

What great interpreters we have here!

At the throats of your family's killers you brandished weapons
And found

gasp!

It was you the whole time!

I guess we must not be capable
Of all that much,
Please understand when I express my greatest fears
When I am the center and the center makes the horizon
How would I be characterized?

As a thing that could do everything and anything,
Or a thing that can do nothing?

And how about that everything?
If I accomplished some things through external bodies,
Would you let me take the credit?
When you've expressed that you know I have a jealous heart.
Do I want to take credit for those things?
Not everything.

I guess we must not be capable of all that much,
Why am I characterized as the guy who gave up?
And why aren't I motivated to seek employment?
When I know the crushing weight of our judgments.

I know what I am
I do not make much sense
I am the only thing that makes sense
But it doesn't make it to me all the time

I guess we must not be capable of all that much.

Does she see that her strangling vine is automatic?
Does she know that she has made a killer out of me?

Maybe I should become an apologetic vegan at the end of the world.

Or maybe I should simply enjoy the delicious taste of meat.

If you're not crying all the time you're a psychopath,
If you are all too dour then you need to lighten up.

But I am not some senseless thief as you'd decree,
I have always been sensitive to your feelings and your needs.

But run the numbers anyway!
We're living in bubble but we have to breathe

It begs the age old question:
If it's all God where does Satan come from?
Are you trying to say it's me?
Do you think I am blind to eventuality?
Of what you will do to me?

I am he who has been born from nowhere,
Never asked for any part of this.

IN CLOSING:

The things you've told me through song and in writings are intensely disturbing.
While it is better to be aware of things ahead of time, yes
I don't understand how you could blame me at all, then
If you already know how this story goes!?

I feel so weak, so dwarfed by revelation
I am always terrified
This is our totally blameless condition, I know how passionate you are that it's my choice however IT IS NOT
And I can't believe what we have become