Mounting responsibility
Lacking direction
Fighting for ourselves
Just to push away everyone else
Social creatures deprived of connection
Authenticity replaced by complicity
Dying plasticity
Curiosity taken by toxicity
How can we keep fighting
When childhood was our peak?
If we fight to live
How can we fight for others?
No more schemes, dropping the rhyme scheme
When did becoming numb become commonplace?
Why do we give life just to smash their dreams?
What makes us unique when we are all a statistic?
How can we love each other without profitability?
Who created the rules of our society?
When did the sunlight turn to fading dawn?

Blood and bones
Flesh like honey
Attached to the earth, by a stem
Gravity

They say that beggars
Cannot be choosers
For they end life as losers
Choosing to snooze
As they drown in *****
For even the highest of standards
Hit the ceiling
Better to remain low
Than to stray
Unless what they desire
Can never go away

Is it me?
Or, is it just me?
Struggling garbage
Something broke inside
It is different each time
Tough times rot the core
Never able to weather the storm

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

Like a storm that you can't predict
Nature of the trick
So unusual
No longer useable
In the remnants of reality
Use it wisely, just like all things
A weapon or a solution?
Up to what your consciousness dictates.

Human versus human
We call that the past
Human versus self
We call that the present
Human versus humanity
We call that the future
Subjugating and eliminating
To avoid substitution
Destitution's lullaby
Spoken aloud, howled
Until no ears can hear
And the cycle returns
Back to the ground

Back again
For a hangman's gambit
Will today be the day
Where my blood runs cold?
For the apathy surrounding me
Infects me to the bone
Becoming a drone
The atmosphere, help me, please
So thick with pressure
It strives to choke me
Going for broke, is this a joke?
Things fall apart
But, like this? In a fit of mischief?
Seems to happen so frequently
Makes me wonder
When will it come to me?

Hopeful tones
Splattered on the walls
I see the bells
Yet I hear no sound
At the top, I stand
Hearing no one
At the bottom, I crawl
Hearing everyone
In the middle, I kneel
I can hear the top
I can hear them now
But now all I know
Will be ****** out
By the time I stand
All the love will come out
Until what remains
Becomes lies, never found
Now, here I am
Hear me now
Before I get pushed to the back
Until I bow
Here I am now, here I am now
No matter the height I jump
I'll always be afraid
Of the here and now

Talk is cheap
For upper echelon jobs
Talking is a paycheck

For you
Now...
For who?

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

How can one brain
Ponder the existence of living?
So many humans on the Earth
Yet most are a predicament
Easier to break than breathe
A melody with no reprieve
On auto-pilot to prevent the riots
My eyes see through
But the vision is twisted, I feel distant
These eyes, they realize, the truth of demise
How can I act surprised when the truth is inside?

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.

I have never been privy
To liquor or brandy
By no means am I opposed
To a glass of fire, in prose
But suppression runs in the family
So when the limits come off
The jazz halts
Replaced by silent melodies
A substance to suppress
The harshest of remedies
I fight, I fight
Yet the hardest to conquer
Was my own innate insanity

Reduce
Reuse
Recycle
Righteous principles
Items to people, seen as equal
Reduce
Reuse
Recycle
Remade to serve
Reinterpreting the past
Reforming benefits for criminals
Recite your prayers for they are feckless
Reminiscing when you were reckless
Remaining ignorant, such a concept
Rewriting existence for it to make sense

Sir, I would like to wake up
My time of shame has ended long ago
I was scheduled for before
But here I am now
Ready to be sheltered from the disaster
But, what do I run from?
How can a threat be in my mind?
DNA inside, code needs a redesign
Born into apathy, such a tragedy
Sir, I would like to ask you
Should I wake up?
Or sleep, for peace inside?

As I get older, things get grosser
Called for a grown-up but I never showed up
Fear for the future
That I can no longer change
Anger for the present
Bowing to overlords for simple accords
Sorrow for the past
That I wish could have lasted
Joy becomes inverse
Now all I beg for is a reverse
Life is a gift until it becomes a curse
My existence itself is adverse
I do not want to become a role to rehearse
I want to be free, I want to converse
No chance to reimburse my debt to the universe
But as I get older, things only get worse
As I get older, death becomes closer
Maybe then, my pain will disperse
For I am the one who will write my final verse

You need to be careful
With your relation
To the subconscious
Or your true self
May soon live elsewhere

All I am is busy
Artificial demand
Who was the demented soul that created the mobile phone?
Separate lives, away from the scene
Now my freedom is taken
In a line of text, strings
A puppeteer behind the scenes
Superiority breeds inferiority
But in a land full of flawed monkeys
We are equal
Not in our rights, but in our ability to be feeble
After this line, I go back to the grind
Grinding my teeth
It's what I deserve
When will the happiness return?
Have I become too disturbed to learn?

Fools craft constant rage
Sensibles temper the fires of wrath

On this day, I claim
Rebellion against the life we have made
Where millions are muted, mutilated
Muttering truth to give meaning to myths
Until they ******* muzzles
Our feelings are mutual
But we are not mutuals
More divides us than unites us
Mysticism is a mystery
With no solution, only excuses
Treated like the product we consume
Thrown, discarded, mass-produced
Is this why I feel weak with myself?
If peace is mythical
Burn the world down, make it rise as a phoenix

Can't get over you

Instead

I'll forgive myself

For thirsting over you

As the music box plays
Childhood melodies
Pure joy and bliss
With a mind full of thrills
Then, I grew up
And the notes distorted

I do not want to die
I want to stop existing
I do not want to cry
I want to release my emotion
I do not want to sleep
I want to cure my heart's erosion
I do not want to be weak
I want to learn how to be a boulder
I can keep saying what I want
But "want" and "do" are two roads with no guide
One is realistic
The other resides in a hypothetical, deep inside

A son of the sun
Never knew how to have fun
The only thing he ever did under the sun?
Run.
Away from what?
Circumstances in which he was living
Cat and mouse game, incredibly driven
By a desire to be happy
No matter if it meant
An absence of ambrosia

Looking at each other
Human on human
Conflict abounds, inspired by Truman
If an extraterrestrial came onto our territory
I have a sneaking suspicion
It'll be treated with more respect
Than **** sapiens

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.

Growing old
Growing up
To notice the difference, say "shut up"
Then witness the path
They have embraced

If I am me
Then what are you?
What if we are the same
Am I you too?
Doppelganger
In the flesh
But if they are better than me
Is this my final rest?
Replaceable, traceable
I correspond
But cannot comprehend
At the end of the day
Am I just, homogenous?

Familiar faces
Leave friendly places
Before having the chance
To enjoy it
For the man always on edge
Can never lower his guard
Not because of perceived danger
But out of habit and disregard
To the finer tastes
Which cannot be tasted
For his life itself, flavorless

Meek and the weak
Polished by pain
Strained by rage
Saviors of the world
Who can never quite grasp it
Strength is a strength
But weakness is a gift
Receptive, perceptive
Victim to deceptive conceptions
But always acceptive

All these thoughts pirouette
Spinning merry-go-round
With no merry to go around
How could I be happy when
We are all slaves to fixation
Sensations with no liberation
Across the nation
Taxation and stagnation
A sickness with a correlation
No navigation for our permutation
Mutated faces, all an affectation
Annihilation, assassination
Our own worlds built for encapsulation
Polarization, exaggeration
Visualizations of victimization
We sit back and lose preservation
My happiness is no obligation
Just a replication of past elation
Hollow aspirations
Built by alienation

Moral high grounds
Crumble to dust
When pressed through reality
For no man, not one
Will ever be good
Evil wears no hood
Because these labels, which we swear by
Large in size, fit for a demise
Madness is prescribed
We all step on heads to get by
No one is a hero, just people
Trying to be alive

Searching for
Alien hominoids
When they are already here:
In the sea
In the sky
Within us deep inside
Even people like us
Seem so foreign
Martians exist down here
Can't understand them? Must be aliens.
Can't reason with them? Must be aliens.
Can't control them? Must be aliens.
All those who oppose with poor prose must be labelled so
Not my rule, but it still remains

To live is to suffer
But the more we do
The less we want to

Used all my money
Not for me
Someone else
It'll be replaced
With more money
So right now
It's worth it.

I care for those
Who never cared for me
All I've become is a rat
No Black Plague
But I've gone from "everybody" to an antibody
Homebody, I am not scared of life
Yet, I cannot look it in the eye
Lips are rife with the word "lowlife"
Look away, I have become a deformation
The incarnation of flagellation, desolation
Isolation is all I crave
Who cares about being brave in the face of a wave?

The hurt hurt the hurt
Breaking their chains
Only to see their cage
Blaming others with a blank face
Another blank space, another disgrace
Throwing spears from their boat
While others drown down there
Claiming that the world is
Just and fine
There is a will, there is a voice
Deep in the ground
Yelling, shouting, exclaiming
Now the world is full of
Dust and swine

False truths
True lies
Hiding in plain sight
You can be anything you want!
But others will judge you
You have no limitations!
But your environment has shackles
You are simply the best!
But you will never be at the top
You should be kind to others!
But take advantage of their needs
For gain, for fame, no matter the pain
Look around, look down
True lies have eyes that dramatize
False truths have tongues that define the youth
Welcome to the world, welcome to the worst
Welcome to the last time of your first half-truth

A corrupted world
Into broken hands
I would hold it by the mirror
Got no time to reflect
On being a reject
Recess is for kids, a court is for children?
How does one court an escort
When all are in discourse?
Course correction
Compass with no direction
Look at the dying light, deep inside
Robots making robots, ironic
The condition is chronic
Until made iconic
My urge to say hello
Replaced with a goodbye
To our world
But not this world
One exists in the mind, the other is realized
Tangible, impregnable, life never misused
Maybe our search for understanding
Has caused more issues

Children love to play pretend
Escapism never turned into the real
Adults pretend to love and play
To escape what we are supposed to do
Is this why our fondest memories
Always originate from our youth?
Why must I be young in a world built by the old?

Awaiting an answer
Keen anticipation
Founded in curiosity
Yet when the answer is known
It is not the truth
But someone else's truth
...
What has happened?

Depreciation
Inevitability
Appreciation

How far will someone go
To fulfill their desire?

Upon returning home
The cobblestone greeted me
But, every brick
Every layer
Turned from hollow and grey
To flesh-ridden, staring eyes
Looking with interest
Wondering where they were
I would say, mere curiosity
But these eyes
Looked upon me
With shame

It was an accident
He forgave me for it
So, why does my mind...
Harbor a grudge?

How we evolve
How we create
We change every day, year, century
The progress we make
Equivalence to a millimeter
On the universes' yardstick
Waiting for the day of reprieve
Even rats can only race for so long
So long gone
Conversion into centimeters
Still, so far gone
So far to go
Only so many years until it all goes stale
Looking for a place to bail
In a locked and sealed enclosure for closure
Waiting for the day
When we wake up to a new one

Everyone
Wants to talk about change
Yet, no one ever wants
To embody it

Cloudy days
All a haze
I had never felt right
I have no more fight
Gone is my light
No sting, no bite

A piece of nature
So natural
Behaving supernatural
Cutting down genius with a sickle
Fickle rage for temporary stages
Bringing relief and tears behind the scenes
Primal, urge for survival
How are animals thought to be reliable?