Questionable being, why are you here? What
do you want?
Laughter: you don't belong! Silly, foolish you,
waving away smoke.
Nothing is clear, darling. Dahling. You must be better,
better and louder.
Stand and scream then - what is your fear? That
you have nothing?
That's what's scary, you cry, hands wet with tears -
but not your own.
You don't even have that, broken hearted
wishing well.
Pray to the sky for a belief, a reason - they can't hear you...
try texting.
Little lover boy, where'd you go? Dreamer got carried
away, river and all.
Dance, then. for you, for me, for truth. It could help,
make you feel something.
Impossible! feelings are overrated, no need to cry -
you don't want them.
You don't need them anymore, silly, foolish you.
You are cold and invincible!
What fools they are now, purposes, directions, desires,
floating like fish in a pond.
Above that you are, angel on high, cell ringing loud -
don't listen to their prayers.
Nobody ever listened to you, little one, and so it goes...
you don't need it anyways.