Crushing under the weight of your biology
Falling flat before the tragedy
I tried
You lied
I tried
You died
They say I’ll become angry with you soon
If you ask me Im just becoming a Loon
Out of my mind
Turning circles
it’s
You I can’t find
If one more person says
you are now my angel
I’m certain I’ll retort,
“My angel?”
NO, my prodigal!”
Are they afraid I’ll love you less
or
that I too will crush under the weighty
truth?
You were the progeny
If there’s a monster
I’m the true prodigy
******* BIOLOGY!