new writing.

music speaks louder than their voices.
options just seemed so much easier than making choices.
i'm not here to be social or a saint.
these aren't lapses in judgment or something insane.
here you are and
you do not subscribe
you are here but
you do not subscribe
hover goes this moment i'm alive so
the karma doesn't work here,
the love is never free
and i'm not the only one suffering
from their misery.

i don't let it define the way i move through crowds
i'll be in your face but they never taught me to be loud.
they those in that bed are coddled, cuddled
when they up and vanished with a trace
monsters live inside this sheep
monsters from which i've yet to weep.