is a cruel creature
that solitude pacifies
for short snips of time
until it irritates those well-watched
clips in your mind
that cry, angry and hushed,
The undead thrive,
social vampires and zombies alike
suck sincerity dry.
Ineptitude prospers,
frustrations are fried.
We writhe away life.
Who is this GOD? Is it just I?
Out of these masses,
growing fat on streams, these feed fiends
Who is a puddle?
And who is alive!?
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