IDGAF

Saying you don't care is like saying nitrogen isn't air. Playing your games it's like raining cyanide in there.

Its choking from barely breathing.

Still hoping for fairy tale things.

Its noticing a shift in seething.

Spill flowing words scary hate says things.

Good deeds and intentions outside the realm.

Of possible routes to the outskirts of hell.

Should reality be a reflection outlined in eyeliner?

Maybe its macabre to the outsiders minds one-liners.

But its home to all the misfits and the ostracized.

Day is done when all the sand settles unoccupied.

Waves of relief flood over flowing tides.

Shakes of release tide over the glowing lights.

Sensory deprivation would be preferable to this.

Mental starvation could be comparable to this.

That bitch!