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~It's gone... Beyond everythign I've known and love...~

So this is how it goes…

Time flies by without question
Some furs bringing their lives toward attention
Looking back at their pain
So it’s none to be the same

Take a look at your life
Begging only for a simple thing
While not caring for others seeing-
Their demise lash at them
Why rub it in with your happiness
Now, here, and then?

When one is dying
You care about your center of attention frying
When one is crying
You care about yourself idling
When one is begging for help
You turn your back while he yelps
And when one is greeting you
You say nothing as if it were your cue

What the hell is up with you wanting more?
What or who made you an attention whore?
Do you have a heart for the down or the done-for?
Or the love from “your people” to soar?

This makes no sense
And it’s not killing the suspense
Since it’s right in front of you almost dying
As you see one down and suffering
From his scars that were too deep
As his life was utter steep
Please stop caring about how people take you
And faking at how you are sometimes blue.

If you despise the new and the unnoticed
Then f*ck you for not supporting the next generation
Abused and tormented by your ignorant mist
Suffocating the depressed without explanation

Taking it all with much violence
Those who receive it will continue
The tradition of giving the worst coincidence
And everything will go down from your point of view

Those who are lying on the ground crying
You just sit there and say to yourself “Aaaand no one cares” (from nofur greeting you.)
While not even noticing the one dying (from the inside)
So you get up and leave him in the dust without any feelings to share

Why the hell do you think of Yiff unseen (to the fact?)
That the other is thinking of suicide
I guess that’s your messed up being
When the other hangs himself for he never implied

Now I know why some people hate you
Not for your ideals and “friendliness”
But for not helping one out on the venue
Thinking he won’t affect your “success”

Here’s to you mister “Famous” and always bored
I hope you learn your “golden” lesson
When you rot in misery like those you’ve ignored
As I was that victim of your annoying “progression”



~And now... I've become something I've always hated... I'll never be the same again...~