i am a little chernoble
cradled in the ***** of radioactive lakes
and cursed platoons of miasma snowflakes

my atoms were ripped apart
you were ripped from me -- and I did it
I tore out my own elementary particles until
i gave myself some kind of quantum complex

and now, he, them, the men in suits
they're coming to clean out the mess you left
the mess admittedly I made
and maybe they won't dive as deep into my soul
maybe they won't power rockets to far away moons
maybe they won't create realities.

but they are men and they are here
and they will recolonize me until
i grow weeds and eventually
a solitary flower.

For a place can never die,
even if it wants to try.

Please do not patronize me when I've done it already
Because the two actions compound on one another like atomic bombs
And I can't take the force
Can't take the heat
I'm not the Hulk
And I'm melting slowly inside already
I'm Chernoble
Fill me up with concrete
Cover the mistake with the plain gray of overlooking
Because maybe if w don't look at the mistake
The huge ******* disaster that we figured would happen
The huge scar left, the hole we tried to close
"It'll never happen to us" we said
"It'll never happen to anyone we know" we said
Yet here we are, I'm in here and you're out there
Looking sad because the pain you feel through empathy
Is just the self projection your selfconscience made me into
The extension of yourself
You're sad because I am you
[Hypocrite.]
But that's okay, because that's society
We act as one trying to avoid being the one while claiming we are ONE searching for The One
We are all hypocrites living in the gray of overlooking
The gray matter where electroshocks go off telling us in binary that we are the superior mind
Nothing else will master us
"We are invincible" says the idiot
"We are magnificent" says the optimist
"We are human"
Because we are
We are all human
Though that word is over-used and tied to a defiant and apologetic connotation
Like an excuse we were born to give
Because society wears the coat that says "No Excuses"
But the pockets are filled with slips of paper saying things like:
"I'm just one person"
"I didn't know"
"It seemed good at the time"
We are all suckers about something once
So don't patronize me
Don't patronize my actions
When I give a streetlight a serenade
Kneeling like my leg was taken by a hand grenade
Gesturing out like a grand wedding proposal
Using all the arm length at my disposal
Don't patronize and judge
When my eyes don't budge
Maybe the cloud really is that interesting
The cloud in the gray of overlooking
That overlooks us all
That overlooks everything
Like a reverse oxygen mask
It never felt so good
To suffocate