Colloquium

Please don't say you'll try anymore.
I can't take the waiting,
the empty
promises.
Days don't fill anew.
It's the same bullshit
press random, press repeat
you can't tell the difference anyway.
It all falls apart.
Yesterdays problems,
are tomorrow's ambiguity.
Foresight blazing,
only to foreshadow
events to come
And shit all over my parade.
(I fucking hate parades)

Don't try and fail.
It's a waste of my breath.