Sink
Another exercise in futility
Another wall of hope tumbling down
Not surprised, nothing new to realize
Good to know this mask of A-OKAY still fits
New ones take too long to create.
More of the same self-centered game
More of the same indifferent ramble
Lack of concern for anyone's well-being, mostly mine
Glad I could be here for your next repetitive meltdown
Always happy to serve.
Again with the choreography required of each individual freak
Again with the testimonial repeated ad nauseum to uncaring ears
Can anyone detect how fucking sick of this program I've become?
Must I always dance for the teeming masses?
My shoes have crumbled to dust.
This tide shouldn't rise too high
This flood shouldn't be as vast
It's only another ocean of familiar murk
I'm just sick of swimming
And a lungful of water won't hurt as much as this.