They.
Ruined everything.
As I try to recede.
Into afterthoughts that aren't.
Even there anymore.

No one killed my life.
It just lost its breath.
And everyone who sang that song.
Just became.
Silent.

So now I exist.
As a relic.
Sticking out.
Of the banal.
As an abomination.
Strange and unique.

Wanna watch me immolate?
Explode into infuriating?
Get arrested?
Stomp out my defiance?

And brag.
That you killed that fresh.
Meat.