Down below
Entrenched in a trench
Of barnacles, sea cucumbers
Denizens of moist seas
Lies a single figure
In the form of a statue
The symbol of a man, looking toward the sky
Hopeful expression, rusted by nature
An idealist at rock bottom, lying to himself, in wake

We've all got a job
Yet we always feel robbed
Satisfaction never stays until the end of days
One man can have the will of thousands
Only two hands to push the weight of the world
Needs no compass, creating an atlas
Life in their own hands, what divides them from a fascist?
Proverbial attacks for being an architect
How can one ant carry an apple?
How can one man conquer their criteria?
All dreams end, yet the meaning persists
Waking up, getting out
But for who? You? Them? Me?
The truth is often what we never want it to be
How can one cure division when the conversation is slipping?
Running out of solutions
So they answer with silence
...

How can I save myself
When the world lacks a solution?
Buried my mind
To not stick out, protrusion
Heads craned down
Eyes pasted to the floor
The walls
Anything with no mind
After living with mine
Others must be unkind, right?
Objectivized
With no script to supervise
Today and tomorrow remain unrealized
One day I will not see the sky
How long can a man wear a disguise
Under the guise of nothing wrong
But today, I admit these thoughts will not be gone
I've gone desensitized, self-victimized
My torment is standardized
Desire to be revised yet all I get is chastised
For all the plans I devised
Imply a lack of being alive
What's the rise? Isn't life defined by compromise?
So shut up, sit down, let me emphasize
I've wanted to die for so long
Life is no longer what I once realized

Poor in mind
Rich in soul
Widely concluded
To be better than most

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

Housing the deranged
Protecting the estranged
Isn't it quite strange
That we treat the broken
But never prevent the downfall?
Sanity runs away
For the ones who live in dismay

The world, merely what we perceive
Could be small as a yard
Or big like Gallipoli

Dear my departed
No memories remain, yet...
I never feel sole.

Left in a chokehold
Shaking like a soldier
Fear in boulders
Panic smolders
Assess, respect, protect and direct
There is no safe place for the hyperactive
Distracted, safety redacted
In new frontiers
Unwavering plight
In old pastors
Unyielding fights

Writing words
About cash and fame
I could lose it all tomorrow
None would question it
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Substitution
All they say is "you are special"
That's what got me into this mess
Expectations driving me deranged
Off the cliff with a heart of hate
No dream is ever worth this
Chasing after dreams, always been asleep
Swept off my feet by reality
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In the deepest heap, I'm nothing but a sheep
When all my layers have been removed
All I can do is weep...
All I can do is sleep...
All I can do is reap.

Words are forgotten
Actions are remembered
Hence why the most change
Comes after disaster

Staring
Hollow
Controlled by a box
Of science
To slay, the silence
For today is a day
Nothing else or more
Tomorrow brings chance
That no one will take
How can we live
Under false pretense
Dispensed intensity
Shattered bones
Not loud enough to tell
The secrets of a generation
How can we live?

Death of life
Death of nature
Death of standards
Deaf to the world's cry
If no one cares
Why should I?

At the root of every conflict:
Two scared people
Who both beg
For a solution to come

The cave
Has been "the cave"
Ever since my first year
...
How would it feel
To not have a name?

I could change it
But I am one man
A group could change it
But they would be silenced
A generation could change it
But they are part of the system
Humanity could change it
But they are unaware of the problems
Someone could change it
But do they exist?

Even in death
We want to look alive
Glimmering and stunning
For no one to witness
A mummy is only alive in the likeness
Never in peace, can we rest?
Fashion and fame, left behind in legacy
Easily dismantled in the face of jealousy

A doll with needles
Painted with my initials, it is me
Taking pain from others
Stabbing it into my chest
So much of it, I want to reduce it
Normal for a little
But everyone has a lot
Extreme tolerance comes in handy
Idly waiting for something to change
Sorry to disappoint, nothing will
Allow me to be the stepping stone
On a path to recovery
Why care about myself when I can save multiple?
Life is one chance
No retries
So for now, let us talk
I can't save them all
But I can guide someone
For we all love to give advice
Yet never follow what we deliver
As someone who has listened
Let me be the one to bring tranquility

Pillars of strength
Founded on ideals
That reside on fiction
A desire to change that reeks of addiction
Why change everything
When we can accept ourselves every day?
Ideal? No.
Future? Never.
Past? No more.
Present mindsets immersed in reality
Aware of the positive and negative
While residing in the penumbra
For nor against
But acknowledging the truth
Then living as if it matters

Everything we create
An extension of the mind
So when disconnection occurs
Pain and pleasure intertwine
The world goes into decline
While business increases, for the hotline

Love is essential
What can it manifest as?
Desire or joint love

We all wonder
What it means to grow up
Child to adult
Free to spree
To live and leave
Yet when one becomes old
The rest become kids
Flesh with more scars
To hide the young heart
Dented iron, a sign of wear, tear
Tear stained faces in twelve different places
Adults don't exist
Because their fun can't coexist
Dead to the soul
Ripe for the picking
Listing out accolades in spades
Just to go home
Stare into the mirror
What face is this? Why does it feel fear?
If I am a success, why can I not feel?
Child of mine, locked inside
I can't hear your voice
Is it yours or mine?

The light
It burns!
Why do people like this?

As the moon shines bright
My eyes go dim
Wondering how my life begins
Stagnation, elation
Passed by a whole nation
I look to the stars
Fewer than before, so far
The world is beautiful
But our actions are putrid
Fueled by illusions
Today, I stay
Tomorrow, give into the delusions

Tribalism, factionalism
To describe our modern world
Takes only two words:
Despondent reconciliation
Across the whole nation
Affirmations can't solve stagnation
Rather be a ******* crustacean
Watching as the world lacks declaration
Manmade abomination
A search for civility led to hostility
"Our way is peace"
"Follow our law"
Same agenda, a different vocation
Sitting on the side exclaiming:
You brought your own damnation
Yelling for compensation

Why do sea creatures
Wreak havoc on ships?
Is it an invasion of territory?
Establishment of dominance?
How do they perceive our attempts at transportation?
Many kinds, from distant nations
Folklore may sound fake
But the struggle reveals some reality
Nature versus our evolution
Invading territory turns life into a horror
If only we learned
From our own species glory
We may label oceans
But from the commotion
They are the ones whose loss breaks into emotion
A cycle of locomotion, a home called an "ocean"
So once the guardians come out
How can we act surprised?
Asking "Why do you disturb our home?"
We reply "Because we need more for our home."
The struggle persists, no matter man or fish.

Priorities lie
On the great divide
Finances are never finished
Business first
Country second
In which world is this normalized?
Takes tragedy for any to care
Genocide, homicide, hate crimes
Most of the public can't even spell regicide
People kneel to a king
Kiss their rings
Like they are better than themselves

Alchemist, the architect of my sorrows
The only time life matters is in the autopsy
Black Dahlia
Always proclaim, "these are the best year of your life"
Yeah?
I cannot overcome strife.
The behemoth hasn't been beheaded
By day, hollow.
By night, I wallow.
If life is a pursuit of pleasure
Why have the other emotions?
Comotion, message received
Never took an oath, my mind is broken
Cradle of filth
I'd reach for the bleach
But then I'd be sterile, a mannequin with no thrill
Fighting the "negative" feelings
If only such a concept truly existed
Right, wrong, moral, immoral
Words to distract us
From the ones putting poison on the map
Discount rap, these writings are crap
I could spend all day rhyming, to try and sound smart
But I'll leave you with this:
The anthem of humanity
Should be called "Glass Sympathy"

For you
Now...
For who?

Today is tomorrow's past

We all have a canvas
Let me describe the pieces:
For one it was stolen
One it was broken
One had a heart
I asked if it was for her
Or for those who saw it
One had a crown
On a king most reprehensible
One had a faded landscape
It was how he saw the world
Or what he wanted to make it
One had a dream
But I didn't have the heart to say
That I could never see it
One had a fiend
They called it a "self-portrait"
One was blank
They were afraid to be one thing
Reduced to an exaggeration
One had an old man
Clinging to past days
With a love free from sorrow

The rising sun
Brings no joy to my face
Life moves on
But I never started the race
Destined to fall
Fated to fail
I've seen enough now
What makes you think I'll be gold?
Born bold
But no megaphone gets free from the cold
Everything recycled
From an age of old
Not even angry
Just proves my rapport
New is just old
Stripped away for the poor
Of heart, of love, of life
Let me lay, I need sleep
Let me hope that one day
My fatigue will relieve
So that the next day
Maybe, I can stand, awake

It's hard to ruin
Something you enjoy
Until someone else comes along
Turning joy, to quick decay
Watching as the allure fades away
To grey

Under the mouth
Under the muscles of his eyes
Take him not for granted
He may look like us
But surprises come when least expected

Examine all cultures
Learn about their principles
Of loyalty
Honor
Respect
Dignity
Learning a fraction about life
Can piece together
A clearer picture

The more we are
The more we unfurl the world
Humanity has lost its humane identity
Bringing up more problems
Fewer solutions
A race against time for survivability
What's the probability of our revival?
Order to the chaos
Yin to the yang
Black to the white
To win a war, you have to lose some fights.

Compassion for one
Compassion for none
Give it to someone
Before they all turn and run

Abandoned
Even betrayed
They say it all gets better
Until the torment returns

If only the stars
Could communicate
Maybe then I'd hear
What the universe means
To something
That's a part of it

Sibling rivalry
Two, spiteful jealousy
One, empty living

Today
Turned to yesterday
We wanted change
Yet all stayed the same
Our brain walked us away
From the same idea
Pestering our ways
How can a monolith be swayed
When tragedies are measured by graves
Look back at yesterday
How many ways did you
Make today look grey?

Talk is cheap
For upper echelon jobs
Talking is a paycheck

Sociopathy
Psychopathy
A thin line
Divides the two
To find the one
Ask them both:
Who would like to be part of history?

All these standards
Independent of thought
Origin is classified
******, you and I
Are any of them real?
Or do they reside in expectation?
Look at my soul! Disintegration!
Burning like a phoenix
Until it gets cut off
Slicing through prices
Priceless like diamonds
The ark of our misery
Comes when the finish line is pushed forward
Indefinitely
When asking for a break
Get combed, more scratch than a rake
For when your looking for success
You gotta sell a bit
But, do we "sell a bit" or sell a "bit"
For when life is a show
Every day is just a bit

Looking out
At the vast universe
Not for analysis, for answers

Solo
Then I paired with you
Together
Now you stray away
Broken
Need to put you down
Solo
Again I am

People love to give advice
Yet never follow their own wisdom

So close, so near
Yet, you do not feel here
How can such little space
Feel like lightyears?
Amongst a crowd
They could all look at me
And still I would say:
Why do I feel empty?

Unpleasant events
Happen to us all
But, never is trauma an excuse
To oppose all, to hurt all
For then, what separates the betrayer
From the broken?

Wake up
Get out of your chamber
That makes you lamer
Cook mediocre breakfast
[Burnt]
Like every time
Get in the shower
Clean every inch
[You burnt the toast]
Brush the bones
Out of your skin
Pain that's akin
To a lengthy equation
[Can't believe it]
Get on the bus
Travel down the lane
Toward work met with disdain
[You burnt it like always]
I burnt it
Down to embers
Maybe home is where I'll go
This isn't my stop
[Your collar's out of line]
[You'll soon run out of time]
[Already half-way]
[Down the throne]
The bed is where I belong
[Sorry boss, I'm ill]
Work will be done
Just without me.