angryjohnny

Been To The Zoo

They cant see me.
Not like this.
Too subtle for them like this.
They need more, I think.

They cant hear me,
not my words.
They hear the melodies they make,
the cadence and the drone of my speech,
with a laughtrack.

I took a walk,
and watched them in the park.
Trapped. Ridiculous.
Locked away behind romance novels,
and pounding rhythms,
tiny buds in their ears,
fresh from the latest blockbuster,
and the corner pharmacy.

I fought this insomnia,
but Im better here, awake.
Fuck them if they dont think so.
They dont know, not like I do.
They avoid mirrors, all of them,
they only think they dont.

They cant see me,
until Im in their face,
shattering their illusions.
They wont see me,
wont recognize my humanity
unless its reflected in the sharpness
of my blade.
Until I pull it close to me,
penetrating deeply,
an act of intercourse
that will leave stains.