we're alike
that's why I'm scared that you'll turn out to be me

Pale fading jaded moon
Echoes of the same old routes
Subconscious fed what we are read
Some consume such hazy fumes
Supposed repeats become belief
To each eye is dry and empty
When disorientation looms, Jesus
Our efforts count when only viewed

Hard to shake off the grey fog
As the pace of life seems lost
Host a place for creative minds
Build upon what you've been taught
Changing layers of further thought
When heavy clouds pull into view
Energy depletes inside over time
Should you stand affront or wait anew

the reality
of papet figurines
has collapsed
at the most invisible touch

dancing on its own rhythm,
battling between what it knows,
and all the unsaid feelings.

IA

Ink spilt on a page
gut feelings love and doubt
butterfly effect

You twisted my words into something they’re not.
It’s not hard too see it, you do that a lot.
You make me the villain in all of their minds
Then you play the hero and feed them your lies.