I believed that even if I held my breath
I could still be able to breathe
and it would cut out the constant chatter,
but it didn't work so it doesn't matter.

I exhaled into the madness that surrounded me,
everything an agony that stifled me

and of course in the metropolis if you're
different in any way they take the ****.

Some make a cut to ease the pain
do it once and it works so
they do it again

what hurts the most?

Revisiting a biblical pestilence
by calling it this existence
we
live it every day
live it anyway
but
we couldn't give it away
if we tried.

it's no good crying over synthetic silk
or the milk of human blindness,
a little kindness would go a long way
but not today,
today they're still *******.