This world sucks.
Here, genocides are commonplace,
People are stupid and bigoted,
And beautiful things are forgotten.
Luckily, we are all mere particles
Wedged in the sands of time, blown
Every which way until oblivion.
But that didn't stop him from wanting.
He wanted to be remarkable. He
Wanted to look oblivion in the
Eyes and laugh at its futility.
Instead, all he got was
A girl, drowning on dry land,
A sexually frustrated blind boy,
And a drunken, douchebag author.
We'll remember him.
Until my last breath, I'll
Pretend I'm drowning in his eyes
Instead of my Cancer Water.
When the rivers in Amsterdam rise
To choke out the confetti,
And my Lungs that Suck at Being Lungs
Aren't able to fight against the tide,
Maybe it'll be a hallucination because
There's no air going to my brain,
Or maybe his Something exists.
Only one thing is certain:
I will slip back into Augustus Waters.
One day,
I will.