Circumstance has been more cruel than any human I have ever met

It’s 2 in the morning
Looking out into the darkness of my window

You’re the worst and best thing that has happened to me
perfectly!
Inconsistently!
Toxic to me!

And maybe just we’re two people trying to make it in this world
Using each other like parasitic worms
For you, my dear, I have so many hateful words
But if you were to die?
Would I?
no! I know-
so would I!

Cause you’re the best and worst thing that has happened to me
Perfectly!
Inconsistently!
Toxic to me!

You’re stuck in a room
With one door
You want to experience life more
You want to be something more
You want to hit the floor running
But can only crawl on your hands and knees to the door
Then you have to disconnect yourself
From what you thought was your lifeline
-Your cord
And for once you are free as you were when you were first born
But then there’s the worlds pain
The worlds hurt
And you have to crawl on the floor
Back to the room, back to the door,
And connect yourself to the lifeline,
-The cord

...And go back to what you once were

If I can’t be myself

I’d rather be nobody at all

I don’t want to be

Society’s puppet doll

In the fall
red angels flutter and fall from the maples
Golden drops drip drop from the birch tree
Catching the last of the light of the evening
All that is considered good and pure fallen
To be spared in a melancholic way
A skeletal hand painted in the sky by our own godly hands
to bring about the foreseen winter

And I weep for all the raking reapers
for each his own raking reaper