Hive Mind: Without Heart I

You're silence,

     Is a constituency limiting what we know of you... It says way more about you than your words do, An overture attempting to manipulate amputated hope infect via the derelict breath seams between the way we're so weak courage choosing to call even the most remote echoes of you... You, Are beyond the point of despair and nothing, We know you're love and won't ever come back.

     Whatever you once promised, It's been jaded by the sick hearted realization that inhumanity would never endure a disaster so tragic as the dilution of our greatest fears, We don't want to lift a pacifist dictated never exited our pockets finger for the most beautiful infection from our origin we now so willingly neglect: Equality, empathy... Love, We embrace the worst habits that stain our future damaged and blind, Tolerant only of the most rife, Our capacity for change; On behalf of greed.

     Call avarice what it is, Symbol for the greatest narcissistic, disenchanted generation enthralled with the joy of sex, every moment hung up and over from our chosen narcotic, Demanding you respect our lazy apathetically lethargic agoraphobic disattachment shores of a dying world we've tragically created... For nothing more than another moment spent denying anything but the worst: Is wrong...!

In lieu of our participation in,
The encompassing void of non-response