Abiogenesis

Humanity always has to come and push me back down whenever I try to get up on my metal sidewalk. My head bursts open on the dark hardness and blood swims through the cracks falling over the edge, into the sewer. The sewer floes under the trees, the joy and rots them. Life sinks to bruised colors. Sadness takes over my heart. Anger takes over my mind. Pain takes over my body. I want to lie in my bed and be executed. Have a seizure. A life threatening vibration of joy. With black acid in my veins so when it goes through my body it sizzles away into a puddle. My heart will be kept in a box rapped in veins that will float on top of the black acid. You have to cut the veins with your finger nails and retrieve my heart. If you crack it open carefully you will find a poem in it and its called abiogenesis. But the only person who can retrieve the art is the only person I love. I love no one.