Hell is other people

All too late
All too little
All too trite
All too true
Hell is other people
Just like you

Dogs like me
In the mirror of fate
Trollage of the Will
Face full of hate

Fallen in thrall
In the heat of the right
spew of lukewarm
dead of hindsight

Cannot be contritious
I am like a lorry
Smashing into Christmas
Cannot say I'm sorry

Crumble crumble little star
How I envy your attire
Hung aloft the vaulted canopy
Like asbestos corrugation
Exploding by the scrapyard
Your flames burn green as copper

All too dim
All too passive
All too dull
All too static
Hell's too full
Whatcha gonna do
Hell is other people
Just like you.

04/01/18