Confined within for seventeen never-ending years
Greeted every morning by its hollow disgusting sneer
Cutting fingers trying to peel off the layers of this theater
Getting stabbed and kicked in the head again, death is near

Another day, lost in the space
Feeling more and more alien
Piercing the days like a warrior
Have my head cut off a thousand times
Another day, losing my own face
Smells more and more my carrion
Peering through this barrier
Have my body buried a thousand miles down the earth

Existence does not mean belongingness

I am orbiting Saturn
Bathing in an unholy calm
Digesting the universal justice
Finding peace in my untimely demise
I drift in the ocean of void
A worm hole ******* the time out of my soul
The black lotus of the world unfolds
Everything happening before hasn't happened before
Relatively nothing means anything anymore

On the tides I ride
Black water splashing on my mind
This ocean I surf is endless
Pain and joy are separated with seconds

Earth was meant to be all water

I surf with a camera
Its black and white filter will portray the truth
I surf with a pen and a brush
The black canvas of my brain is a portrait of truth

Earth was meant to be all water

And sometimes I wish I could let myself drown
Instead of convincing myself to be a sophist with sophistry
I have not a death wish
But how easy it is to be sleeping forever under the sheets

Earth was a flaming ball before it became all water
Will I live to see the same salvation for my flaming soul?

It's seeping under my skin
Dancing in nothingness between
Flakes
Irreplaceable beauty of harmony
Even with disgusting oily
Flakes
Feels like a drunkard
Living the spring in fall
While it's falling flakes
Flakes of life, flakes of distress
Disappearance of a mandatoriness
It's seeping under my skin
The toxicity of uncertainty
Blindingly bright enlightening
Yet destructively disappointing
Like a cold shower of frustration
Like a suppressed determination
Fakely exhilarating
But depressing in practice
A resonating unreliability
They itch
Stalk you to death
Stuck in a death bed
Going eternally downhill
Still though they're
Still beautiful
Dancing among the flakes

Savor the metallic taste of truth
The melancholic chromatic haze of vertigo rushing to your head
As you see you've been stuck in a cell all along
The beautiful uncertainty of a prisoner is hiding at weird angle hard to see
I'll be stuck in this cell for a while so i might as well color its walls pink
I have no windows but i can dream of fresh air
Things only a simple mind can get, it's only fair
Tragedy written all over it and that's why my life is bare
I have tried to separate my mind from the time
Not knowing I'm already stuck in moving forwards with times
So i might as well let the waves carry me onward
And language is just meaningful emptiness for a coward

There's a before, and there's an after
There's an in-between, which is a hell
There's an anti-in-between, which is void
There's something before a before, which is birth
There's something after an after, which is death
There's an in-between between birth and death
Which is the same in-between between before and after
It is called life, it is called hell
And there's no heaven anywhere