disynthetic

Look at the shell that is you--
empty, fragile, weak.
Soon the battle is over,
lost to apathy.
Hate the lies believed true--
desperate, happy, meek.
Abandoned, lying soul,
lost to apathy.

Introvertive/nondescriptive,
Crying the pointless tears,
my burning, closed eyes.
Eyes, that I may not see,
your hateful nonreaction.

Tell me one thing given,
given without gain.
What have you of mine
that you could return?
That you would.

I want to see you
standing atop,
the pantheon of fiction,
that is you.
I want to see you
grasping your failure,
Wild-eyed hopes
smashed, as a
child-like vision.