i am happy,
i am happy to be sad
i've given up trying to make you understand
i am sincere
i am sincerely full of crap
when the irony ceases to help me cope with that
all i make is noise
trying to express my point of view
empty words reverberate on nothing in this world
i speak into the void
curses to use against my soul
echos to the eschaton forever to be heard
my, oh my
why can't i
change my life,
valentine?
(cancer on society
caustic instability
crass insensitivity
product of modernity)