Sisyphean task, (i find myself in)
maybe that's the human way, (can't escape, can't escape)
stubborn, stubborn to the pain (conscious growth is worth the wait)
drift away, drift away (drugs will numb my pain)
what if we all died today, (no more horror,  eternal flame)
no more evil, no more pain,


(to mend the men of broken homes)
from abusive childhoods once known (to lead them on a better path)
away from envy, away from wrath,
towards brighter futures
and better tomorrows
away from pain, away from sorrow,

We are slaves to the past,
built off the shoulders of giants, our ancestors,
credit given to God,
when shall we learn?

Like Woody in the ocean in Toy Story 4,
Inanimate toys become reality,
While reality deteriorates into inanimatonomy
Disintegrate the h8,
Peace is (never) too late

Smoke a spliff
Scratch and sniff
Worlds apart
But you’re in my heart
Or at least my head

hands turned painters, odd
too odd,
absurd
zoooooooooooooooooooom
gone
what is it
"you fucken druggo"-Sassy

Falling in love with writing is a curse,
and i dont want to be cursed,
but then again it's not my choice
maybe it's important, maybe it's nothing,
my only advice is to think, about everything
have fun
888

my poems dont make cents, dollars, checks, nor benefits
into the void,
or a moment of surprise
hey
maybe one day youll under(stand alone)