It is what it is
Life kibbling souls bit by bit
Grinning
Smirking
Sniggering
Will you tell me anything about yourself?
Why do you refuse?
What is wanted?
I prefer not to
I prefer not to
At present I would prefer not to be a little reasonable
Relishing souls crumbling
It is what it is
Lump of rotting meat
Stripped in delicate gowns
Dragging themselves across the road
Suffocating in
life
Breathe in
Breathe out
Smoke creeping within bodies
Temperately rescued
Fire burn
And burn
And burn
Times up
Back to life
I am a singer without a voice
I am a dancer without legs
I am pure
I must thrive
The world is cruel
Yet not terrifying
I will survive
I cannot be good
I must be perfection
I can be perfection
Perfection is not good enough
Keep singing
Keep dancing
Keep struggling
The world is terrifying
Will I survive
