It is a burden to have and a privilege to hold
A do or die and a lifelong dream
Necessity plaguing mankind
And those without the sickness will die
Solemn are those hours that fill the vacancies
Of your blood is borrowed joy
Encompass the type and sip
With that tagged silver spoon.
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 12:41 AM UTC
You make me feel like landing on my feet
Like when I get a feeling that i'm falling
When my heart drops to the pit of my stomach
It feels as if my world ends at seeing you
Hurts when I hear your voice
Me.
What would you do if i showed you through me?
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 12:27 AM UTC
He stands where the money is.
He can afford it.
To walk over the rubble.
And turn towards his purpose.
Rejoicing in his mortal luck
Using the Earth as his service
But it has seen its dues
It must be paid with disturbance.
Plant countless coins.
Watch the greed resurface.
The inhabitants can protest,
Their idiosyncrasies of depletion
Inching towards the furnace
Trade your stocks, trade your conscience
Taste the red copper of the red lines
The fine hues of the coal mines
Go home to where home is
Forget the Earth's purpose
Choose who you want to worship
They'll tell you to cash it
Let them know your check is ready
Leave the rest to the masses.
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 12:25 AM UTC
Where did my guilt come from
The sorrow of my nervous system
It precedes me
The clock interwinds and i am left where i came
To hurt the ones who hurt me
Feels far from sublime
I will wait until this sadness drops
Let it fall to the depths of my soul
Until one day I wake up and realise
That it was my fault.
This comfort disturbs me
Has God let me go
In my own path where I follow my own conjectures
And be blind-sided by the masses of sheep
Before me lay wisdom I cannot keep
And breathe into me so life cannot weep
Descend into my sleep as dawn nears closer
And befall my ascendency to you.
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 12:01 AM UTC