Death of Seasons

of late

it's harder just to go outside,

to leave this dead space with hatred

so alive.

writhing with sickness,

thrown into banality,

i decay.

killed by the weakness,

but forced to return.

turn it off.

i watch the stars as they fall from the sky.

i held a fallen star

and it wept for me, dying.

i feel the fallen stars encircle me

now, as they cry.

out there so quickly grows malignant tribes.

posthuman extinction excels unrecognized.

feeling surrounded,

so bored with mortality,

i decay.

all of this hatred is f**king real.

turn it on.

i watch the stars as they fall from the sky.

i held a fallen star

and it wept for me, dying.

i feel the fallen stars encircle me

now, as they cry.

it won't be all right

despite what they say.

just watch the stars tonight

as they disappear, disintegrate.

and i disintegrate

cause this hate is f**king real.

and i hope to shade the world

as stars go out and i disintegrate.

i won't be alright…

despite what they say…

just watch the sky…

as stars go out…