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
**** YOU BIOLOGY!