sorry
i’m sorry
i’ll stop
i’ll stop being poetic
apologetic, nostalgic
art is dead. romance is dead.
faith is dead, much like I am
i’ve been dead for months and months
don’t bask in the warmth of half-hearted sentiments
that you once believed to be true
don’t think of black and white
don’t think of lies and secrets
don’t think of anything
anything at all
cast it all away, today.
cast it all away
take off your shoes
take off your clothes
tell yourself
sell yourself
tonight
or tomorrow
or in the future, someday
anyway
we will all be animals
we will all fucking be animals
we will all be fucking animals
we will all be animals fucking
we will all be animals
we will all be dead
and we will all be sorry
and we will all be animals
and we will all be animals
we are animals

i am sorry for this terrible poem
i am sorry
i’m really sorry
i am sorry
i am sorry once again
I’m sorry for everything
even if it was never my fault
i am sorry
i am sorry
i am sorry once again