Pseudo or jaded...
Everyone I come in contact with is degraded
No fresh starts, baggage in each hand
How can I start where someone has brand
Cutting into their flesh, a maimed label upon their skin
Revealing to all others, the uninviting of their kin
A marvelous creation, ruined by tainted fools
Who don't appreciate how to communicate
They just suffocate and constrict the worthy
Of their deserving, and now we're left silently observing

Woke up
Ate breakfast alone, again
Longing and wishing
Dragging though my day
Everything is just okay
Right in the middle of the equator kinda day

Challanges; non-existant
Travels, much too distant
Body, tired and slow from no excitement

Don't want to complain
Just spitting it out
Trying to explain
But hey, everything is just okay
Yeah its one of them days

Floating in my head as I drift into slumber.
Awakening to reach and feel. Feel that warmth.
Not coldness and tightness in my chest.
Breath the life back into me. Breath it. Breath it please.

Fear gets us all.
Grabs us tightly and is forceful and ridgid to relase.
But we can be free if we just relieve.
Relieve and retrieve our own life into ourselfs.
Just breath it breath it please.

Lonilness attacks hard
and we can't believe that anything can be strong and steady. Instead we take a step back and plead.
We're hurt and yet we hurt another in our attempt to heal.
But its not healing instead were stealing.
Draining others. Satisfying thirst. Inquenchable.
Take another sip its a sweet hurt.

So just sip it sip it until the last drop is disipating against your tounge.
Sour as vinegar in your mouth.
But your soul is tame and satisfied.
Then the wind whisps and air is knocked back into your tight chest.
And the clean oxygen is as beautiful as the warming sensations pulsing though your blood stream
But your energy is drained.
A pained soul drinks up.
Your heated blush face turns pallor and your extremities run cold as ice.
The vice drinks you up.
Keep on sippin until you disipate.

I thought this was natural
Born within us
As children our minds are read
Instructions printed on a page, we figured;
Someone was there, with the medicine
Curing each desire, and whim
Leaving that realm
We realize,
To love one another, such a difficult task
To treat each other with respect
Easier to hide behind a plastic mask
To work hard in difficult times
Simpler to deceive and take another bite
Looking too hard
& Waiting too long
Grows tiresome
We ignore the red flags popping up left and right
We want it to be so right and so true
Blinding ourselves and blaming each other
We're never going to get what we want under such weather.
There's emptiness in our minds and vacancy in our hearts
The voids are parasites grasping for more and more nutrients
Neither are fulfilled and death is approaching
The heart is beating slow, the lungs are quivering in smoke and the mind is in a fog
Never to reach solace, lost in a universal smog.

Y our a pathological liar
A pretending villen in disguse
Your muse is attention
Your a puppet master with your snake eyes

Weak when you stand alone so you grasp at another
There you are, standing on thier shoulders

Can't you be man and learn from your mistakes
No, you only look to find whats there for you to take

Its not that you left me
Loved me, but was pretending
Its that you can't even admit
The worthlessness that you yourself has commited

Honesty you say
You stood by and were a man
But you lied your *** off until the very end

The whole entire time
It was a plan of torture
Every smile and every nod
Every insult and every blunder

You chose to decieve
And continue going on
Even if our togetherness was truely wrong

If it was over for you
Why didn't you leave me
I'm not a piece of glass
Your not going to break me

Your a coward
Plain and simple
The truth hurts maybe
But your a fool and you lost in this game baby

With blinders on they let the wrong go on
No interventions
No attempts to make it right
Look the other way
Not putting up a fight

They must kinda like it
You know
If trust were an *****
Then I’d say they’re looking for a donation
Another one to ***** up
Like cirrhosis of the liver
They’re lookin’ to corrupt another

Kinda a sick when you think about it
Acting as if nothing occurred
Forget that pain we condoned
It’s as if I’m a scapegoat, placed on throne
Smiles and chitchat are replaced suddenly
Each with a heavy rock and jagged stones

I emerge from the mess; still angry
I don’t fight, No I don’t get revenge
But I’m still angry
What do I do when I’m still angry
I want to cause pain
I want to get them close and turn my back
I want to be the one with the power and the patience
The push them to the brink and fill them with self doubt
But no, I don’t fight
I don’t get revenge
I just get angry.