You infuriate me, and I think that you get off on it.

I know that you hear me, but you act like you don't

And you carry on acting like your true character.

I wish I could say that I cared about you,

But truth be told, I don't anymore.

I'm pretty much done with it all.

Everything - including you.

Life?  Ha!  What is that?

It's verticality

That grows

Then

Dies.