Roasting Indifference

You’re an overnight cessation like an encounter of the third kind with an alienation that was so funny you forgot to laugh if you don’t mind me speaking apathetically I just flew in from Vegas and boy you don’t care if there was a shot for callousness you would be immune the deadness is only moved by your inertia what about those eyes they are like mirrors of oblivion It is hard to watch you biting your own hand