You say you're
not scared of me,
and you can't see the fear in me,
you say that you care for me,
but you can't see the hate in me,
and no one ever could,
think I should,
just walk away.
Too much death in all of this,
so much it eats the soul,
I'm fighting something that doesn't fight,
rigid apathy.
Feeling bad 'bout feeling good,
bring me down for not being down,
stillborn thoughts are all round,
glisten,
gleam,
fluid dream,
rafting through the stream
of consciousness.