When my brain won’t go to sleep
When my heart just feels too weak
When my sadness seems too deep
When my eyes begin to leak
......That’s when I turn to poetry

I'm so scared
I know what may be coming
And it isn't pretty
I just want to crash already
And burn up into smoke and flames

The joys of creation
Is theirs to own
A burden than a joy
Carried on alone

The joys of creation
Is theirs alone
A burden of a joy
Is mine to own

Such a joy to be created
Given although I never asked
Accessed without my permission
I was built, birthed to last

Simulated:
The feeling's real, reality's not.

I super hate it:
I am the one left here to rot.

Participant:
Volunteered to die because life *****.

A simulated reality that never stops.

I can
Sleep in peace
'Cause someone
Looks out for me
Takes care of me
I'm never on my own
Cause someone's
There to make me feel at home

Shimmering,
The light casts a shape into the darkness
Underneath
The moisture seeps, fluid trickles into every crevice
If the sky's no longer blue
And the grass shall lose its green
My love for you
Forever will be aquamarine