Grateful as I am,
Shaded as I was,
this is still a mystery,
while I pull myself into numbness,
you are still driving.

I am a rag doll,
the sort of monster that waits in the shadows,
and says nothing,
waits for me here.

You could save me,
if it moved you,
but the pill that crawls through your stomach,
keeps telling you to go faster,

So I'm just going to sit here,
and wish that I could shake this all off,
keep my obsessions to myself,
change quietly,
and make sure we never speak of this again,

whatever happens,
I know it will hurt,
because the earth is dying,
and we're crashing into sea mud.
 
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