Safe and sound, boundless and ageless
Locked up in a cage, shackled and ageless.

Nit-picky fury, is the lash someone else’s or your own?

Words with no meaning, no colour, no sound
Words in a bottle in the ocean in the hope of being found.

It’s just life, those things we say and do to survive
To manage
To Cry
It’s just life, the catastrophe, the identity, to survive
To Crave
To desire.

In consequence, how the story eventually ends
Long may the road be, savouring each detail along the edges.

Eager to please, you do as you prefer—as you wish.

Maddening is the cruelty, how a warrior should lack frailty
As if the Greek gods did not provide mistakes of their own.

It’s just life, those things we say and do to survive
To manage
To Cry
It’s just life, the catastrophe, the identity, to survive
To Crave
To desire.

It’s just life, those things we say and do to survive
To manage
To Cry
It’s just life, the catastrophe, the identity, to survive
To Crave
To desire.

You’ll manage though you’ll cry
You’ll crave love, you’ll desire.

Heal-
       thy life
Heal-
        thy soul, body, mind
Heal-
        thy life
Heal-
        thy soul, body, mind.

You need control; you need to be heal-thy, your soul is in shackles
Isn’t it overrated to have it all under control; let live, let die, let the flame arise.

It isn’t where we are going, where our aim direct us
It is if we live while our shoes carry our bodies on our way there.

Heal-
       thy life
Heal-
        thy soul, body, mind
Heal-
        thy life
Heal-
        thy soul, body, mind.

“Loud clap” Fight, if you wish to have a heal-thy life, directed of your own
No one but you can make the decisions, none, none, none but you control you.

It isn’t where we are heading, where our hearts direct us
It is if we live to the fullest while our footprints guide the way.


Heal-
       thy life
Heal-
        thy soul, body, mind
Heal-
        thy life
Heal-
        thy soul, body, mind.

Mm, mm, mm
Isn’t it sweet?
Mm, mm, mm
Isn’t it lovely?

We’re a combination of chemicals trying their best to work
We’re a formula sometimes correct but most of the time a little faulty
No one was given guidelines for her composition
No one was given guidelines for how her life should be used.

Heal-
       thy life
Heal-
        thy soul, body, mind
Heal-
        thy life
Heal-
        thy soul, body, mind.

You come to slay the monster; you fumble into its den; you hear shrieks, noises, moans—oh all these noises. Here it is! It baffles you, terrifies you; you fell in love. It is the fairest of portraits; the most horrifying image to be seen… Low and behold! It is a mirror, a mirror, a mirror. Could it be anything less than a mirror? You stare into the abyss, into heaven—to a face close to your heart. It is a battlefield, a war beckons; the fight of your life is now. Will you flee or fight? Choices oh choices they terrify you even now. Swords, shields, arms of all kind lay at your feet—the face whispers: Fight me. You ready yourself bare to the teeth, no weapons, no clothes fresh out of the womb you scream “Fight me!” Can you hear the howls? Taste the pouring blood? Acknowledge both sides? It is a battle between gods; goddesses; lovers; fiends. One side shout “You!” The other “Me!” Can you see the scars? Taste the dripping sweat? Acknowledge both sides? Face to face both in fear, both in anger, both in love—screaming, shouting, whispering “Fight me.”

We’re too easy, aren’t we, too complicated, aren’t we?

Life is a disorganised show, aspire to it enjoy
as it progresses as a circle, round and round.

You’ll find a meaning friend; this is not the end
Not by a mile
A milestone, not even close.

Right, we have to fight, aren’t you tired?

You’ll find a meaning friend; this is not the end
Not by a mile
A milestone, not even close.

We’re obsessed, how troublesome, we’re the “best”, how troublesome.

I’ll die at the end of each night, to be reborn
As a saviour as an executioner—life’s too kind.

You’ll find a meaning friend; this is not the end
Not by a mile
A milestone, not even close.

Right, we have to fight, aren’t you tired?

You’ll find a meaning friend; this is not the end
Not by a mile
A milestone, not even close.

You’ll have to understand, as I’ve by misunderstanding
You can find something beautiful even if you do not comprehend it.

You’ll have to understand, as I’ve by misunderstanding
Your perfection is not the only beauty on earth.

Right, we have to fight, aren’t you tired?
We have to fight our own battles, battle our wars, being a child was so beautiful.

We have to fight, but not ourselves.

Life, a fruit consumed, it gives, it takes;
the cost has always been the same:
Everything.

It is beautiful, in its unfairness, in its strangeness,
In its unforgiveness, in its colours.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Then honestly look, life can be anything
Also, absolutely nothing.

Life, a fruit grown, given, taken, eaten.

Thank you, sincerely, thank you.
For the gift of time that I treasure,
a legacy without measure, it may not seem much at first thought.
However, the gift of time;
cannot ever be valued enough.
It is a treasure of trust
one would say it is a must.
Time of all gifts cannot be taken back;
when given it is merely given.
Therefore, your time; your effort;
your dearest days and years.
I adore them the most.
I love every second the most.

Sincerely, thank you, for your time.

Coffee, to be able to wake up
Pills so I can sleep
Cigarettes for the brutal anxiety
Alcohol for “fun”.

No,
No,
No,
No,
I only love you
These things are but *******.

Our mouth a telephone
Our view of the world moving pictures
Our reason a radio  
Our mother, our father a CPU.

No,
No,
No,
No,
I only love you
No,
No,
No,
No,
I only love you
These things are but *******.

Though…

I’ll bleed
I’ll sweat
I’ll cry.

These things are but *******.

I’ll bleed
I’ll sweat
I’ll cry.

These things are but *******
The whole world is but coke.

Capital,
Attire,
Art,
Pride.

These things are but coke
I love you so
I love you so.