Who Cares

unwanted

broken

works of art

scattered on the floor

misunderstanding leading grief

into their hearts

it's not what

do you

think

I'm here to make friends

I've given it some thought

so no

I'm hoping to make me out of the foggy sky

without stumbling into your blessed catastrophe

never would have thought you were any less appealing

you're more or less kneeling

in front of humanity begging for your son back

coward

you unholy death

that takes my breath

still far from fucking tact

not as a part of your love

but apart from your knowledgeable insight

why do I even bother

you hold me back

grasping for what I really mean

I'll teach you with me

this will always be my prayer

for the God

of me