Live
for
tell them
tales about
your bright existence.
Close the doors to the Otherside
Passive divinity,
do you smile this way?


Weep alone bitter tears of tender chilhood.
Adult mask of self-realization.
Is it?

Them eyes, infected of artifact compassion
can't see.
And you've rather this way.

Whisper your tribulation
at nobody but yourself.
High above your crucifying glory,
smiling frozen.

You can't live without your self-made sorrows.
He ascended suffering, does it work for you?

It does, for the infinite choirs
of cold voices, singing love for you,
not for who screams for breaking through
your walls of indifference.

Shit on me, cheerfully,
as Maynard sang, so I do.
I almost reached the Spiral,
but stopped at the bloody barricades of your mind.

Singing joyfully
you push me down.

If Nature was my goddes, a cruel one should be.

Then, so long!
So many ways to be happy,
this is yours!
So many ways to be empty!
So long!
Wrap yourself in masked lies,
don't love, don't cry!
Fuck your tall, blasted well-dressed guys!
Live this way!
Empty, near to implosion!



But i'm not like you.
I still
fucking
care.