The night seems much colder constrained in conceit
well ... perhaps just a little
perhaps

Conceivably
as one awakens within an echo
recollection
reverberberates throughout a constant disorder
well ... perchance just a little
perchance

Possibly
a cascading aural inevitability pervades constructive subconscious
and invades confidant tranquility
with some possibility of being the case

Perhaps
If one eliminates all the impossibilities
whatever remains
however improbable
could quite conceivably
lead
to the verbalization...

Who ****** Cares
~~~

I find myself shrugging.
A lot.
I lost my keys.
My lunch.
My smile.

Shrug.

It's not like
I can do anything about it.
I lose
Everything.
But, that's not why
I'm labeled a loser.

I want you to leave me alone,
To shut up and get that I don't care.
You say you don't want to hurt me,
But all your words do is scar...

I need you to leave me alone,
To no longer stand by my side.
You try to help, to be my friend,
But all you do is shrug and leave me hanging...

Please leave me alone,
I know you don't really care.
Having you pretend like you do,
Is doing nothing but tearing me a
                                                            p
                                                          a
                                                         r
                                                              *t

“Why do you listen to metal,”
I'd always wanted to ask.
“It's because I always want to scream...
No one lets me, but I'm glad you asked.”