My bed is a king
But I am no royalty
For it is incomplete
Without a queen
Yet I never deserved one
A kid can be no king
Nor can he control a kingdom
Relieved of this duty
For control of so many
No pleasure, only pressure

Artistry is wasted
On a modern mindset
I'd love to make what I want
But then I'd forgo:
Food
Water
Rent
Bills
All the things which drive me to pills
For in a twisted place
You have to contort your face
Eyes growing wide as the flame fades inside
Creations only matter in the frame of collectivity
Forgive my hostility
Creativity has given way to reactivity
To make a living, I rely on opinions
Of people who never shared my vision
If it was my decision, I'd envision a revision
Bringing back the soul and reviving life
When asked, we ask for less
Submitting to the hollow visage of progression
But in the race of life, heart and soul are left behind
What segregates life from those who never lived it?
I'd say I wear a mask
But that implies I can detach it
Co-dependent relationship comprised of battleships
If being a farce was a test
I'd bring home the championship.

My eyes, they grow
Weak and weary
Waking up and feeling teary
Look around, I see tyranny
So look to me, I have a theory:
In this corner of space
With no distance nor pace
I have no place where I will amount
A discount version of every human to come out
2 for 1, another sequel
Who will live to see my dismount?
I have no mission aided by superstition.

Nostalgia is a drug
One hit and you're fixed
Begging for more of a kick
Harsher ingredients in the mix
All a remix of what came before
Back when your hopes and dreams
Weren't ruined at twenty-four
Buying into the naivety of the scene
They painted the picture
So I am erasing the canvas
Blind to the times which we currently exist
Some things were positive
Some things were negative
But to buy into an illusion is to be addicted to past expositives
An ex-positive, an antidepressant that acts as a suppressant
Dressed to impress
Feeding into the happiness you and I once prepossessed
We all love what once came before
But as we lay weeping on the floor, remember:
Nostalgia is a carnivore, not a mentor

To the mall
Unending road of halls
I look around, all the same
Muted in play, perfect in pay
A singularity, polarity
In solidarity, I see beneath the regularity
Place of no grace with an average pace
Staring out into subspace
I say to this face:
I am tired of this workplace.

Walking through a forest
Eyes around, but not noticed
Snapping twigs unleash no motion
Blind to the world, deaf to the squirrels
Destroying peaceful beasts
To make a centerpiece
Why do I feel so at peace
In a place of pure grease?
Nature is a masterpiece, always released
Free from the connections that bring no direction
Upon reflection, this place is a correction

Silence
The most insulting of violence
Small flames burn brightest
Turning darkness to brightness
Yet unification led to the devastation
Weapons of disintegration
Bombs with clear identification
Playing it safe
Every single day
For the ignorant who take heed
Breed a pleading stampede
Superseding the old
While overtaking the meek
How can we root out the weak when we all pray to the antiques?
Falling victim to doublespeak
A boutique of freaks, oblique