I’m not in love with those who can’t love me.
More intrigued by the disgust. The sheer hate.
Of mortals that just don’t give a damn.
There are flowers that sway outside my door,
and free birds that fly with weights upon their wings.
How on earth do they move
in such a bondaged world.
I’m talking in my sleep,
because the subconscious is heard more.
I can’t love you. Meer People.
I don’t want you anymore.