Death of Seasons

Of late

it's harder just to go outside,

to leave this dead space with hatred

so alive.

Writhing with sickness,

thrown into b*******ity,

I decay.

Killed by the weakness,

but forced to return.

Turn it off.

I watch the stars as they fall from the sky.

I held a fallen star

and it wept for me, dying.

I feel the fallen stars encircle me

now, as they cry.

Out there so quickly grows malignant tribes.

Posthuman extinction excels unrecognized.

Feeling surrounded,

so bored with mortality,

I decay.

All of this hatred is ******* real.

Turn it on.

I watch the stars as they fall from the sky.

I held a fallen star

and it wept for me, dying.

I feel the fallen stars encircle me

now, as they cry.

It won't be all right

despite what they say.

Just watch the stars tonight

as they disappear, disintegrate.

And I disintegrate

cause this hate is ******* real.

And I hope to shade the world

as stars go out and I disintegrate.

I won't be alright…

despite what they say…

Just watch the sky…

as stars go out…