Staring into the moonlight
Head up for guidance
Head down for rejection
On a night like this, I ask myself this:
Why do my relationships fail?
Friendship, partnership
Captain of a sinking ship
Sinking to the trench
Alongside expectations
We comprise the whole nation
Yet all I feel is isolation
Is this my destiny, to receive no amity?
I've extended my hand
Look now, I have thorns
Embedded in my skin
A reminder of what trying will bring
On my path through life
I feel like a drone
Hollow to the bone
I was never like this
Until I was grown.

Done with all my tasks
While the clowns trade masks
Cast into a casket
Older than Damascus
It seems like today, probably tomorrow
All people do is what they have to
But never what they want to
Confined to the clock
Always in a hurry
Rushing for the door; bottleneck
Rush hour, every hour
What notion are we trying to elect?
No time for a party
No place for a break
All I see is busy feet and hurt soles
Where is the soul?
When will life become gold?

I am human
But I've never felt less
Then I do now
Perceived like an animal
No photos please, it puts my mind at ease
I try my best
Yet it never brings me joy
I take on responsibility
Yet never enjoy my time
I have accomplished things
That I can no longer remember
Memory returned to sender
Guess that shows how important it was
Who even sent this letter?
Crying, dying, barely surviving
What world have I been thrown into?
If life was ideal, I'd live it with no fear
Accomplish what I desire
Say what I think, do what I say
But I live in reality
Humans surround me
Yet I feel I am the only one...
...
No more room for morality
Tied down by legalities
Throw away the formalities, new mentality
I'll find a commonality in my abnormality
Sentimentality appreciated by none
Today, from now on, I foster my own vitality

A cake
Such a beautiful sight
A country
Such a difficult fright
With a cake
You can remove decorations
Adjust the presentation
An electrical sense of elation!
Yet, when the batter spoils
No one will swing
With the confections you bring
For it is not the frosting
Not the sprinkles
Candles, trinkets, icing
The problem lies in the depths
Of a rotten core
A foundation, soiled
Coiled around its heart
Protected, but long rejected

The hanged man
Has no plan
No longer attached to land
He has become free
Only in sacrifice
He has certified his naivety
For all can be a martyr
Death is only the starter
None can barter with the reaper
But a sanctuary, he will charter

Bombshells
Carbon smells
Once the ash disintegrates
The victors integrate
Policy
Practice
Prayers
All destruction for reconstruction
Look back at the carnage and ask
Is it worth the lives you looked past?

External distractions
For internal ailments
Why ponder my condition when I can dance in the moonlight?
Big screen for the dopamine
Small screen for the socialite
A seed yet to sprout--my social life
Some nights, these thoughts bring fright
Am I the only one whose mind has foresight?
How long can this go?
How long can I go?
The flesh is tempered
But my soul is tired
I'm always tired
Please, please, I need rest
Please, please, I'm doing my best
Please, please, I am my own mess