I feel like a sociopath
I drink water and eat a grape with cheese.
Dust is in my heart, the crying girls will have their way,
Plucking out all my remains and leaving none for the sad mice

I get tired of writing about me all the time
Because how much can a man *****?
So dig up some dirt and clean a car,
Don't cry, don't be a sad sack.
Put those dead roses in a vase and pretend they're alive, at least they smell good

Pushed aside with no mercy and my head deloused,
Scraped into a bin along a ***** subway crowded by bugs.

Eyes are misaligned and so is the soul, dreams like flight among the black dunes
What does it matter, it's just some more words for the flames
Everything been said, everythings been plundered and there is no mystique
left to wring out of this husk

A giraffe dancing with heels while eating a watermelon and ******* a clown
That's the first time anyone has ever thought of that

Congratulations

I'm glad you left because it showed me how easily you break
You'd never have my back if This was enough to drive you away
Good riddance,
And don't use me for material anymore

Nowhere is a destination
And nothing is a state of being
It takes courage to be free
It takes courage to not
Exist

They even
Pick their own disorders on the premise that they'll look good.
Starving

I wish being a fat drunk paid off, but I'm no longer fat at least and I gave up drinking 2 years ago.
I still crave obliteration
and it shall crumble all cathedrals before me

Love is silly really