you host your sociable party of non-beleivers and hopeless dreamers,
i'll breathe in the toxic waste you produce with those words you use to induce.
i'm not your fake friend.
i'm not your seductive lover.
don't depend on me for your oncoming plague of useless existence.
i'm not your plastic toy.
you can't break me.
i do that on my own.
this horrific 'mistake' is not so 'consequential' as i intended...
we dream and dream. that's all we ever do.
when that dream is dead, who will we go to?
