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my soul is tired,

weak and trite

dry as bone

and cold as ice.

don't want to work,

don't want to eat

don't want to burn,

don't want to sleep,

don't want to live,

don't want to die,

don't want to hurt,

don't want to write.

i don't want fame,

don't want success,

i don't want drugs,

i don't want sex,

don't want a car,

don't want a home,

all i want

is love and hope.

what avarice i see today,

what energy i don't sustain,

how fleeting are your haughty eyes,

with rushing feet and fangled lies?

i do not ask for what i see,

i'm tormented by apathy

nothing is all i possess

i'm nothing more, and nothing less.