Feeling somewhat rotten inside
But not really knowing where it went wrong
Looking into no place to hide
Doing what it takes to go along
Wear whatever face that suits you
The tone of things just elicits nonsense
Lying awake dreaming of few
memories when the stars did align

Be whatever has to be you
It is fine to be seeming so bemused
When one's always starting anew
Some things have to bear being used
Stop keeping fingers in your backs
to point on what you don't believe belong
You've really just been losing tracks
And it very well may just be lasting ever long

Why yes of course the devil knows !
No way he's sitting out that one
And no matter how the world flows
Try to utter the word that won, I guess ?
Anything that may help soothe the burns
Of being constantly irate
Helpless, unable of concern
Alone and inconsiderate

Someone has to be wrong
It's written in the rule of things
Cannot keep up, on time for long
Until the end it will pull on your strings
You stole your own soul
Please bring back one when you're finished
Orbiting near the monopole
Finding out that every thing vanished

I don't believe
I'm being sane
I spent so many times in vain
And the troubles
Keep gaining ground
No one believes the things I found

Feels like
I made another stain
I'm not sure if
I'm feeling pain
Just following predilections
Always trusting precognitions

I'm not sure what
I mean to say
Feels like so much
Has gone away
Forgot to put salt on my wounds
Of course you know
The things I've found

Like dust
Floating through the air
Watching people stare
And I wonder what it is that I do
The thinking isn't real
The being doesn't feel
And I wonder what that's supposed to mean
Between there
And nowhere
I don't think I get to choose
I'm on the air
And some is mine
Along the day
Along the night

Like dust
Floating
Falling
Foreshadowing
Drawing faces on a cloud
Seeing
Feeling
Mysticizing
Going places no one would
I don't know why
I don't know where
I don't know that much at all
I keep eating through the air
I keep screaming at the wall

Just got an idea
Of something great to write there
But it left me for some reason
So here's something else instead

It's such a shame
I think it'd have been pretty good
Well I can believe whatever
'Cause I don't remember

If I only could
I'd say all the good things to you
And keep the nonsense to myself
But I can't tell them apart

Walking along such a glitchy path
Fading away in unrecorded memory
Minding your steps in a dance of math
Just blinking thrice
Puts an end to discovery

Rising the stakes, calling the void
toward a rushing horizon
Losing control of a stolen asteroid
Truth is as pure as meaningless
An opinion is romanticized delusion

Finding the way among fragments
Of life simultaneously lost
In time the Dreams will start again
In shared and obvious confusion
And universal vanity

Echoes of faith in the darkness
Splatter meaning on innocent nothings
Let's pray there isn't more to guess
Real is real but what else is
Wait what was the question already ?

This sort of thing
is one of the rare kind
in a lifetime
That, meanwhile you're cruising
Along in the seemingly
more or less homogeneous
lethargic repetitiveness
Of day to day life,
kindly makes you go

What the ****

People are making weird faces around me
Behind my back they are speaking feces about me
And they smear it on their walls
They talk in their 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 code

The hand signals, the 𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴
The words I barely hear
Words in the corner of their mouth
Their seemingly 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳

No one's the same when I'm around
And I am 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 of it
It's quite telling what I have found
But forget about it. You 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸.

How do I know you're not like them ?
You know the 𝘭𝘺𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘴 to their songs
Would very well want to know but
All I ever feel is that I'm wrong

Am I losing my mind ? Why
Aren't we all eventually
You don't inspire healthy thoughts, to me
𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 ?


I am so far removed from yous
That I might as well be batshit, to you
Is that a spider on the wall ?
What is looking at me through time ?

Is that the feeling I might have hurt someone ?
I don't know why I'm so sorry
I don't believe I remember well
The last time around was extrasensory

We can't access the memory
Of what has never been a fact
Silly me. The psychiatry.
Oh the inanity. The manipulation knows no bounds

We're all wrong , but hey
"At least this other guy right there
Is way more wrong than me
I can afford to take a break for now right".

You can't, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, take a break
And death is a permanent state
Of being drastically tired of life
Not a break and no salvation

𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, if I got there
And did not manifest in a fraction
Of wet darkness at the bottom of some
Existentially forsaken mud pit....

Considering an amoeba's
Probable take on existentialism
It's no wonder we're not in the mud pit anymore
We've always been chasing the light

The illusion is so shallow
Drowns in poetic arrogance
Manifests a world in my mind
Then cuts my mind from it

Why is the void still stealing my thoughts
I keep hiding them nowhere
They've been talking they've been watching
Sometimes even started thinking

What at all do you think
With all you sanity, do you believe
That we are more than a blink ?
Well I'm keeping an eye on yous