Apanthropy

Oh sweet apathy, I rest in your arms,
intoxicate me with your charms.
I long for your oblivious cage,
in solitude I will write my page.

For light itself has turned away.
What more is there now left to say.
Sweet maiden burn that ragged gown.
You turned away, and let me down.

No words, no well concocted tale
will hide that masked uncaring veil.
No more hurt, tonight it dies.
I've heard enough self-righteous lies.

Holding on for far too long;
So tired of this repeating song.
Each time the cut gets deeper still,
and now the pain's too much to kill.

My will has died I must succumb,
what wouldn't I give to just be numb.
Oh apathy take away my pain,
replace my heart with sweet disdain.