Do you ever feel that the world is straight and boring
That there's nothing even remotely interesting to do
And don't tell me to explore something new
Unless you're thinking bigger, like ******
But not just simple killing, try talking
Some people out there require a little push
No need to rush because the longer it takes the better it tastes.
Yet now it's rather quiet, guess i really loved her
So i sit in my endless routine, watching others around me being happy
And it's a bitter feeling not having a part of it but if words can save a life
Then with silence i'm doing my part.
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 3:15 AM UTC
She came to my dreams with a marriage proposal
We haven't seen eachother for a decade
Showed me videos from the past
Memories of our friendship
But in every clip it wasn't me
She had pasted my face on top of another
I was in awe that i couldn't remember
Cause at the moment it seemed to be real.
We went out for a talk
Instead she was typing
And before i could reply she had wandered off
The streets were empty, nowhere to be found
Not in my phone
Her name nor a number
Even the text i received had disappeared
So i woke from my dream
Wondering what it all could mean.
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 2:26 PM UTC
Whenever i think back to those days i could hold your hand
That warm and gentle grip which pulled me away
You set my mind at peace, i've never felt as ease
It's when i learned what love really is.
When my dad fell sick i had to stay with him
The distance between you and me grew gradually
We moved from town to town, looking for a better help
But in the end they couldn't find a cure.
Guess i didn't mean much to you
Seeing how you got together with another dude
I know it's been a year but all that time what kept me going
Was the thought of two of us.
And now i'm torn apart.
I'm bored of women, a bottle of whiskey is more to my interest
Here's a letter, some kind of invitation to a wedding
And what's even better, it's delivered by none other than the **** who ****** my brother while i was busy taking care of our father.
I'm glad she came, us siblings have been taught fair play
An act of sharing that equals caring
So dear brother, i've returned your letter
She's now correctly divided.
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 9:00 AM UTC
Enter memo
Enter memories
Enter lies and fabricated stories
Enter my heart, give me your love
Enter the feeling of falling apart
Entrance filled with scars
Entrance that dares you to come inside
Enter the nightmare, my personal hell
Enter the pit where i fell
Enter the flames which burn me alive
Enter my mind and erase it
Enter before i die.
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 2:41 AM UTC
I'm allergic to bumblebees
They are yellow and make me sneeze
Hello, my little bumblebee
Would you be so kind and die for me.
A cute, tiny spider
Making web in a corner
Oh honey, you never learn
I light a match and watch you burn.
Tic-Tac-Toe
Which one's my foe
The one crawling in my pants
I'm sorry but no insects.
Ants are fine though
I need them for my experiment
You see this can of spray i bought
It says made for keeping bugs out.
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 9:16 AM UTC
People who've met me end up needing therapy
A toxic human being, leaving trails of poison on the way
On my knees again, i pray to god to take this pain of constant blame
I need a change, i need an escape, i need to focus on myself.
Same old mistakes, played on repeat
Before the thought of retreat, i've gone too deep
Cave gets flooded and i accept my defeat
So fragile and weak
Why do i persist, why don't you **** me
It's a perfect solution, preventing future becoming grey.
Is there a purpose, a lesson to learn
And how many years will it take to understand
How many lives do i have to destroy
When can i enjoy being alive, did god even plan to give me such time.
With every passing day i feel further from discovering the truth
And when i thought i'll be smarter
The complexity of problems just takes another height
A slap to the face, new boss fight you're bound to die at
Dropping back to the checkpoint where you have to climb all over.
Full of negativity, feelings i've been hiding
Compromise that makes me colder, a slippery slope
And my only hope is to take it slow
Alas, the time won't wait
I'm growing old and can't go on
If only i was told before being born that i should have stayed in womb
Because out in the open everyone around me suffers.
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 5:34 AM UTC
I swear to god that god isn't real
I never told my dad how much i loved him
I pet my dog to find comfort in this reality
What has become of me, when did it begin.
Figuratively, i'm talking to myself
There's no one else
Surrounded by trials
It's vital to pass them.
Opportunities that once were in reach
Sealed behind metallic bars
Need a chainsaw or something
To break loose from my shackles.
I keep telling myself
It's all in my head
The crackling noises
An invoice that leaves me scared.
You are not prepared
Your damages can't be repaired
You'll bring shame to yourself
It's not your mental health, life's just meaningless.
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 5:07 AM UTC
Who holds the bottle when she's troubled
Getting over her lost lover
It doesn't matter, she's not a keeper
You'd do better finding another
One without a child and a list of men gone through the bed
It doesn't matter that she looks like a model
Underneath her dyed hair is a dried skin you can't cover with a bouquet of flowers.
However, that's not your concern
You're a psychopath and that's just a way to pass time
To toy with her emotions, to break what's been broken
So she may never feel whole again
So she may never fill the hole in her heart
And that's your part in her life
That's what you've designed
Are you satisfied?
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 8:44 AM UTC
Thoughtless pry, the vicious mind beneath their shy figure
It tells a story about youth and curiosity, an unfortunate act within serious incident
It's a playground with castles made of gold, or so it appears under the mold that has taken appearance of something frightening for a bare eye to witness, that upon closer exposure will **** up your fortune inside those walls
It's a tall order from the middle to the bottom, sinking deeper as you go, and when you realize being rooted, the struggle will be futile, damages are irreversible
And like your coin, the soul is cremated alongside, to the pages of history where you'll be forgotten, only to be taken as an empty chest that once contained a treasure.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 3:52 AM UTC
If i die today, don't remember me as a friend or someone you knew, remember me as someone who never got into platinum, who was cursed by the solo queue, his team never knew what to do.
Top lane feeding as if trying to fix the world hunger, middle crying for blue, behind the creep score by thirty two.
Guys, it's only been ten minutes, why's our jungler away from keyboard and this attack damage carry, you mean vladimir? Yeah, they know what's meta, that's why they're building into titanic hydra.
No but really, i might die today, i got ligma in my left eye.
Well, just a dentist appointment but what's the ******* difference.
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 7:55 AM UTC