I am sad when I wake up,
I am sad when I breathe,
I am sad when I eat,
I am sad when I sleep,
I am even sad when I dream.
Is there a reason for this perpetual feeling or was I just burn with it?

Today I was taught
that everything that
makes you feel something
it's to be considered art;
maybe you're to be considered,
can't you see all of these emotions
that are being transmitted
all of them being felt
at once?
maybe we are art.

I can't silence
the echo you left
in my heart

Even when you talk about destruction, you make it sound beautiful.

we don't sleep,
we just die every night
for a couple of hours
until we feel fulfilled again.

You used to be my
cup of coffee,
But I drink tea now.

When the dreamer gets exposed to reality not only the dream dies, but the dreamer itself too.