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