old hare
I'm a different colored ray of light;
I know that I am!
But I have it better than everyone else,
I'm not allowed to complain!
A pleasing tiger texture is what I need, I need real,
Something to make me actually feel.
But my world is okay and my time is short,
I don't own words to describe the feelings of this sort.
Things are too good, so good that
I'm dying socially.
And my health is reducing orally—
My decision! Something that's mine, finally.
... Is this what people fight for?
This tardiness, this blasphemous emptiness?
I don't know.
And I don't care.
I don't care.
don't care.
care.
are.
be.
I'm Empty.
errant flint