There is a face in the fire
And I
Don't
Fucking
Care
If it screams loud enough
To wake up the neighbor
Or
The
Big breathing city with its
Polluted, smoke-filled opinions.
Why
Would I
Care
About the thoughts of ruined
Souls standing tall in pretty
Black
Suit
Jackets?
I take the opinions of toads
And fireflies and frogs over
The
Incessant
Whining
Of people whose job it is
To lead miserable lives.
.
I like to listen to crickets
And all the thoughts they've got
On my behaviors and habits
Instead
Of
Suits and the skeletons stuffed
Inside like blow-up sex dolls
Looking for pleasure inside of
My
Fucking
Pain.
No thanks, I think I'll just go
Sit in the grass and listen
To the compliments.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
Ah, also:
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