When I wake up in the morning the world seems dead
Like the time is mourning the loss of itself
Throughout the day my views do not change
Even if you’re alive, you’re dead in my life
I sit by the head of the table
My head is usually the source of all the chaos
I watch the arbor birds my mother feeds
I tend to think of taking them and clipping off their tiny wings
I tend to think about ripping off their tiny beaks
See how morbid I can get them before they sing
I think about you now and then
It’s a gamble between if I’ll feel better or wish to end myself
At times like those I wish I was anyone else
Someone that didn’t fall under all your spells
Usually I feel dead within the world around me
Somehow completely disconnected from reality
You said it happens because I’m unreal
Coming from the depths of your darkest fantasies
I wish you were an arbor bird instead
At least it annoys you until you fill it with dread
Not make you feel alive, then leave you messed in the head
All the ****** gods of misery take a rest in that grave one day
Even if you’re dead, you’re alive in my head
When I close my eyes at night the world feels less dead
I left although there are many words choking me, left unsaid
Nothing spectacular, nothing worth to spread
Goes from “I hate you” to “With you, world is a real place”
You make dreams feel more real than anything else
Even if you’re dead, you’re alive in my head
Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 4:41 PM UTC
Why are you crying, little pig?
They called you ***** completely unworthy
But they’re the first ones to feast on your flesh
On their ***** unworthy party days
Do you wish you were anyone else?
Perhaps a sweet innocent lamb
They stare at in awe
Do you wish you were that playful dog
They cuddle all around
Do you wish you were that lion
That roars happily in pride
Do you wish you were that scary tiger
That’s more terrifying than wildfire
Innocent pig
We all know they’ll raise the fist
You’re gonna get killed
But what if I told you others aren’t much different
No one is safe from cruel human’s hand
You and that sweet innocent lamb
They stared at in awe
Share the same fate
The same dog
They cuddled all around
Will be abandoned all alone when they get bored
The same lion
That roars happily in pride
Gets murdered by their one shot
The same tiger
That’s shares fear worse than fire
Will be just a carpet they walk over once in while
Little pig
When they walk in
Even the skies are crying
I bet that even God regrets
Creating their lives
Sweet little pig
Why do you expect them to love you
When they can’t even love one another?
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 6:17 PM UTC
Me and my friend Benny have been friends for a while
He’d come over even when I was a child
He had always been quite wild
Really odd for any other lad in the town
But that’s alright, I don’t really mind
My friend Benny follows me around like a stray dog
Although we surely do argue a lot
Cause he fails to understand what’s right and what’s wrong
But still, we somehow get along
But why does my heart stop when I sense the smell of his cologne?
I swear, Benny is not so bad
He just likes to remind me of the things I might not like
He likes to sit on a chair beside my bed
And watch me as I have nightmares
But he wipes my tears
Then hits me hard so I wake up
My friend Benny doesn’t talk a lot
But he’d speak out his mind regardless of what cost
I can see him outside of my window at night
Refuses to leave even after he comes out
He likes to cause chaos, especially when I’m stable
He doesn’t like it when I feel better
My friend Benny looks quite strange
I’ve never seen a face on that blank head
Half of his slander body are just legs
His hands fall to the floor, he drags them behind as he walks
And I think, never completely sure, he might be over eight feet tall
I think, I think, and I think, he might not be human at all
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 5:06 PM UTC
God’s a painter, painting everyone
Watching out for every little detail,
Paying attention to every little thing
God’s a writer, writing down our everything
He never misses out to write down a thing
Sits on His throne to write, while Seraphims clap their wings
I’m God’s very first work of kitsch
After me angels had to take Benadryl
Cause their eyes were teary, noses would drip
I’m God’s very first unplanned story
He writes me when He’s bored, with nothing much to do
When the night sky is clear, and when angels sing blues
God’s a dancer, slow dances around the Heaven
He does it right after my story breaks at eleven
God’s a singer, sings songs written in stone
He looks down on me and all my sins
Maybe He gets proud for all my wins
Watches me fall down by the night
God’s an artist, but He doesn’t need some silence
Plays some music when I seek Him for guidance
Puts our prayers on the loop
As He very casually checks out His paintings across the room
Re-paints if we say anything is wrong
Or He lets it stay, because He knows the best
Or at least that’s what I was told
God’s a critic, looks down on my work
As He does to everyone on this world
But I always feel a little extra observed
Maybe He awaits for any lesson I’ll learn
Maybe He judges or He’s just concerned
Don’t know, never even understood
No matter how hard I try to
God made me an artist too
I feel like it’s a task on loose
Jan 19
Jan 19, 2026 at 12:42 PM UTC
Hey there kitty, in the middle of this dark alley
The cage is open, why are you still in there?
The man that left you there to rot is no longer here
You know these streets, no feral dog can chase you around
So why do you choose to be in there, just come out
Many people stumbled upon you, trying to take you out
You’re wanted somewhere else now, in some different dimelight
Why do you cling to that cage, like it’s your whole life
Come here, jump into my arms
I’ll take you to a different place, don’t be stuck in that timeline
She looked at me with void in her eyes
“Oh, but this is my cage and that’s where I’ve been since I was small
This is where I’ve been my whole life, this is where I come from
It still has his scent, memories I’ve been longing for
Don’t expect me to leave, I’m born so I can rot
I know how to run from any feral dog
But this cage is where I’ll come to, this cage is my home
Maybe one day, he comes back here again
To say he’s been looking for me everywhere
Maybe he’ll take me home and kiss the wounds he made”
Woah there kitty, you’re awfully naïve
Look at you starving in there, flinching at any touch
He’s got other pets, other cats, he’s playing with them on his couch
You’re not even in the back of his mind
“Well, maybe you’re right, maybe I’m wrong
But just in case, I’ll stay in this cage and call it a home
So you should just walk, walk it off”
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 7:02 PM UTC
Hey there Aphrodite, do you hear my prayer?
I bet that you do now that I’m standing next to you
Your almighty Olympus is now all ruins
Hephaestus was a curse, so you went with Ares
But they’re both under these ashes
You’re looking almost unreal with that white-wear
And a cigarette, lipstick-stained
Oh, dearest Aphrodite, do you really think Ares cared?
All he did was to lay you in bed
And whisper promises that can’t be kept
I’ve been offering you pearls, swan and dove feathers
So you can build your own heavens
But you’re crying anemone flowers and diamonds
You wouldn’t dare to look my way
Too scared to show a mortal you went astray
You’re vengeful and so full of wrath
No wonder why you loved Ares so much
You’re both wars burying other gods six feet under ground
You can romanticize that man as much as you want
But it wasn’t your name that was on his lips when he died
Your presence lures people in and it gets alarming
Your temper’s short and it ruins your charming
Only a god can properly love a goddess
So what are you doing amongst these mortal men?
I know you’re walking around just to turn heads
Does it make you feel better about yourself?
You’ll stay here forever, they’ll rot in grave
I was told you’re beauty and grace
But I think you’re more vain
Than anyone else I’ve ever met
When Psyche’s around you put your guards up
Too scared to let a more beautiful woman show up
Oh, my Aphrodite, you petty deity
Playing around with people’s hearts spontaneously
But at the end of the day, you’re lying alone
Your pomegranates got stained with mold
You haven’t touched them in so long
I took them from Medusa’s hands to show my devotion to you
You turned your head, is anything enough for you?
Your eternal youth seems more like a curse, childish as you are
And what can I do, human as I am
Standing here with you on these ruins
There’s absolutely nothing to do to make you happy
I’ve been worshiping you for quite a while
But you ****** more life out of me than a vampire
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 6:32 AM UTC
Dead rat on a sidewalk
Forgotten and lonely
What is there to like about it?
The rain is coating its fur as its flesh rots
But I’ve gotten quite fond of it
Standing here right next to it
Tomorrow’s day when I come back
It will probably be gone
Rain will probably replace it somewhere else
And if not the rain, then the trashman
But for now it’s just me
And this dead rat on a sidewalk
Enduring this pouring rain
And cold night air
But this moment cannot last
As someone dry came to pick me up
So rest well, little friend
Next time someone walks over you in disgust
Remind them that they might as well
Share the same fate
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 5:41 PM UTC
What does the end of the world look like?
Do you think you’d be in my arms
As we watch the death of the sun?
All the light of this world would disappear
And all the colors we once admired would turn bleak
The moon would be just a dark orb
Like an angry God’s eye
And as you may know,
there’s no moonlight without sunlight
Thus all the beauty will be gone
What does the end of the world look like?
Do you think all humans would unite?
Do you think that all the hate would disappear?
Or would it enhance the existing one?
That no mother would look out for her child
Do you think that God would truly come?
Would He be rageful or serene?
Would He call us sinners or say we did a great job?
Do you think He’d glow?
Or do you think He’d laugh?
But please, my darling, don’t make me a moon;
Dark and bitter without your light
So stay by my side, it’ll pass like all things do
Let’s show our condolences to the moon
Stargaze like we’ve always wanted to
What does the end of the world look like?
Would it be an international panic?
Do you think that all humans would turn manic?
But, darling, for sure, I know I’d accept my fate
The world might be ending but not the space
So hold my hand, let’s dance
Until this cold breeze takes our last breath away
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 7:09 AM UTC