Septic

Apathy
Behind the eyes of a stranger when
Catastrophe struck. These
Deviants disrupt the calm we bathed in.
Eventually aware of the stench of
Flesh roasting on its own bones and the
Gifts given to me from the past now
Hover in those eyes but
In suspended animation.
Kill the circles life creates. The
Lovers, and haters
Move along the path I imagined. I
Never thought any of this would come to fruition.
Openly angry, sad.. I'll keep
 Pretending to feel
Quieted and content. I
Rest my head on the pillow.
Solitude helps these
Thoughts flow in a consciousness I control
Underneath the
Veil I am going to continue to
Wear until you find an
Xcuse to be anything but over
Zealous...