Bitter Rhythm Garbage

Dispose of me, the mess I knew myself to be

Since stepped out then to stairs down

I've seen the mess of being drowned

In the scary sea where bitter fish swim accordingly

They fire and they turn

I crush and I burn

Not able to keep steady

With

The splintered rhythm they swim so well

Obviously garbage, unwanted, don't keep me in recycling

In this torrential sea, perpetually drowning

As you all fin bitter but happy

Able to swim with unkempt elegance so delighted

They fire and they spurn

I cry and I hurt

Not able to keep steady

With

The crack cheer they've found for themselves

Allow my return to the waste from whence I came

And crush

And burn

And cry

And hurt

To my own accord

Not

To the drowning throws of these bitter fish

Who swim bitter, feasting on the disposable mess