Infection

I see you walking past us, all alone in your self-rightedness. Here we are, hustled together, laughing over our follies. There you are, alone. You trudge back, trying to hold your head up so high, your eyes become blind from the light. But in the darkness, I see the cutting edge of our apathetic hatred; we’re done with you. Please, we have no pity; you thundered through the halls, lording over everyone with your tantalizing portrayals. You fucked them all up, you destructive hurricane with your petty needs stemming from attention seeds. And in the aftermath, you ruined them all. So find yourself a corner, and turn your self-deprecation into change, ‘cause darling we’re not falling for your next disaster.