Kill the silence.
Shred the airwaves.
Dense.
Dense morals provided by dense characters.
Hollow feigns generating indirect negativity.
Simpletons dance around in floural clothing.
I cower beneath them...
afraid of being the last sustainable individual.
Without cause I am deeply ********.
I am deeply insecure.
Without cause.
I'm lonely.
Even the tired waves have the shoreline.
Even the dull caves have the animals.
Even the selfish sun has the world begging for survival at his feet.
I am entirely useless.
Factor my family;
they could do without me.
Factor my friends;
they have always done without me.
I am the last of the dysfunctional, slightly retarded felines to cross the path of demons.
Be it your will,
Be it your duty,
You will never know.
I am obsolete.
