Im tired.
Im tired of making the same mistakes over and over again.
Im tired.
Im tired of wanting to achieve my dream without doing any causes.
Im tired.

When i try to make a change,
i don’t know which one; either my mind, my heart, my guts, my soul(?)
will stop me from doing what’s best.
But i know my mind keeps telling me to change,
so i know he’s not the perpetrator.

So which one is the suspect?
Or maybe all of the rest are plotting against me.
Or am i trying to convict someone else in my life for my misbehaves
because i totally understand
there’s no one that i can point my finger on.
So i created all these illusions — disillusioned as it sounds —
just to set me free
from all the burden
of not doing my responsibilities right.

Posed and felt well
Hose and water fell
Breaking bells
Cause i hate the tone that it tells
Like witch if she's hitting on Gretel

Feels like the world should be read in brails
I fall and i fail so everyone can feel well
I vow and leave trails so that no one can be letf behind
Entrailed and bewildered are the sentence in thosw words themselves
I don't know what im saying so please don't take my words for granted
Painted panted breath
Is how my words describe my wolrd

i can be happy with series
of books; comics, novels, etc.
i can be happy sipping a drink with an SO
i love her like XO

when the world can only gives me KO
READ IT BACKWARDS IT’S still an OK
for my sake, it's a piece of cake
and my hot takes are the thing that breaks...
me

do you wanna cry ill will
unlike roomie and her skills
my homie won't let me get killed
and i considered this place a homie
feels *****
like morning dew and honey
a rapture sobbing party

Cause you get me up high
Imma put on airs
Cause the AC just gets me cold
I dont want you to be cold
But just be cold, i hate signals
Cause now i am picking petals
To break my walls
Or hit the pedals
Cause you know you got me under

Ruined weekends
Here we go
Thinking of you
Here we go
I love weekdays
to let this go
Thinking of you
R.I.P tomorrow

R.I.P my tomorrow
How was i to know
That your touch caught me
As weeping willow
Under the pilows

Now the petals,
I'm picking
Between the pedals i'm hitting
Or the brake 'cause you've gone go far

You blurred me with your visions
As if this never happened
And it always ends the same
With my ruined weekends

But with you i think it's fine
I've been through this all the time
People come and go
You're very welcome
There you go

Oh by the Lord of heaven
How dare they seek mercy in the form of legitimacy
Such benign intricacy only whom blinded can see

Oh by the Lord of all wolrds
How can such posteriori be faced with our bare hands
When weapons siege control over so many lands
Albeit we stand hand in hand in hand in hand

Oh by the Lord that forgives and likes to forgive
How can we bestow ourself a devastating blow,
arrow and crossbow with our cut up elbow
The rain of bloods leaving trails of solemnly oath,
broken by the reign which gives the oligarchs some sprouts

This world is ruled by the vilest men, the most violent and decadent stance of moral and just.
Led by dishonored taste of lust
And we are just their fragrance and musk
Waiting to be sprayed from the guts to the guts by the guts
A democracy of a hidden monarch

It has come to this
When your soul travels like breeze
Despite your body freezes
And thus, no toast; no cheers

Like it or not
From your lung through your throat
Finding meanings on a life boat
It has come this, something foretold

That your true ending comes in a coffin
After tons of intake of daily caffeine
It has come this and everyone says ameen
Leave you behind only the wailings

Not the true feelings
It has come to this
Desperate for wordly bliss
Now we want the heaven's kiss