Deep empathy; a curse.
People watching brings down tears.
Walking miles in someone else's shoes; simply by profiling.
Judgemental, fantasizing about living their life.
Heart bleeds from the weight of grief.

Distaste of socialization.
Draining, devastating, a slipping ego trip.
Sickly, becoming after too much interaction.
Though, yearning to be praised "unique."
Batteries recharge; dark, alone.

Introverted thinking ,extraverted feeling
Intuition guiding eyes; inspiring yet convincing.
Perfectionist, worst of traits.
Vividly; descending into madness.
Dehydrated imagination, feeling ill.

Connecting dots, many abstractions.
Passionate, altruistic, advocate.
Seeking deep down; fetching truth.
Eccentric mystic, entirely misunderstood.
Devoted empathy; punished internally.

Unimposing to the objects around.
Visualizing each item with vivid detail.
Haunting the forgotten sleeping synapse.
Hidden deep within the fiber.
Feeling lungs cascading violently.
Sundering pops of adrenaline punctuate.

Shadows cast doubt over courage.
Crossed eyes seeing double vision.
Tranquility forbid the beating heart.
Shaken steadily upon each migraine.
Broken toe acting subtle.

Windows eviscerating the light.
Dimming color and pigments alike.
Dancing brave the wildly fire.
Black and blue, mildly haze.
Images of demon and ghoul take the hour.

Sickened sunken skeletal room.
White tiles caress coldly as ice.
Air circulates with grim agenda.
Hands riddled with obnoxious arthritis.
Brooming the dust, sweeping the fear.

The beautiful black steed champions it away.
Red are the hoofs painting the scene.
Vaporizing the light by any means.
Delegating everything entirely serene.
Shootingstar, throttling deemed.

Brilliant cloud looming so high.
Setting the Sun into the sky.
Benevolent brother opposing shy.
Sorcering wisdom allowing to fly.
Devilish the Moon, waking my eye.

Shaman who is keeping the flame.
Dancing like it's his last day.
Holding many secrets, knowing many fates.
Brown stubby knotted fingers do the pointing.
The young brown pups do the fetching.
Guiding the meek, chanting history.

He taught my family how to preserve mother.
Sometimes for sport, sometimes for balance.
Insisted we did this favour; not as ritual, but as rite.
We wait until the moon is filled of Mars.
We sing our people's song.
Sometimes a harmony, sometimes a challenge.

To do the shamans work; maybe *****.
We roam in threes, sometimes fours.
Our sanctified goal to slay mother's cousin.
Tall ones, brown like us, bones gnarly from skull.

We huff, and puff; the winter cold.
Lungs tired after kissing the chilly breeze.
The tundra lit up with a crimson sheen.
Fatiguing the march, yet we fly.

Hunters we hunt, fast with four legs.
We single a herd, resting their heads.
We focus the small ones, biting and gashing.
They fell like birch trees, painting the powder.
Outnumbering us, sport turns to anxiety.

We bite, gnaw, ****, and claw.
They fall hard to the Earth.
We don't feast, we have a mission.
Looting the bones, we keep them in submission.
Thinning them out; is our fed intuition.
Brothers grow tired, the prey devastated.
Mars reflects to us, as if saying mother is pleased.
The young brown pups do the fetching.

Sorry, Mom and Dad.
Sorry, I'm introverted.
Sorry, I'm sad.
Sorry, I'm a layabout.
Sorry, I'm bad.
Sorry, I don't want children.
Sorry, I leech off of you.
Sorry, I'm a slob.
Sorry, I didn't go to college.
Sorry, I cannot hold a job.
Sorry, I have no direction.
Sorry, I take you for granted.
Sorry, I fight with you.
Sorry, I'm ungrateful.
Sorry, I disrespect you.
Sorry, I shed these tears.
Sorry, I know someday i'll miss you.
Sorry, I love you.

Sinking into the undertow.
The light at the end is vaguely dim.
Which way to start?
Which way to end?

Awaken with head in the clouds.
Focusing with eyes closed.
Both feet lift off.
Levitate above it all.

Ascending into the cosmos.
Breaking barriers of sound and light.
Ingesting all interstellar tranquility.
Serenity in full flight.

Endorphins react unjustly.
Solar eruptions intercept the vacant mind.
Waves crash and feet touch ground.
Stars align.

Autumn.
How do you charm?
Is it the pretty leaves?
Perhaps, it's the popular color?
Maybe the unique smell?

It truly is the season of change.
Past loves revisited in waves of seasonal aroma.
A sense of urgency from the changing colors.
The frailty of the fallen leaves.
A hint of impending doom.

Though, gently the wind grazes.
Warmth echoing through the chills.
Some antidotes heal with the passing of time.
Preparing us to mentally brave winter.
Reflecting inward, changing outward.

Hope; maybe.
Motivation to work hard.
Endlessly, to find our way.
Pick up what we can and move on.
Recollections of the good, the bad, and the old.

Noble as time flows.
Ultimately, honorably ending.
Another chance, another year.
Different colors, different smells.

Accomplishments and failure.
It's all the same in the end.
Withering, until spring.
Life fights a way through.
Meeting us on the other side.
Reborn again.

Tap into darkness.
Become its champion.
Sanction the power.
Defy reality.
Posture proud.

Smoke the vapor.
Breathe with confidence.
Flex your fingers.
Grow callouses.
Become a man.

Tie loose ends.
Ignite romantics.
Paint pictures of girls.
Trip over love.
Weep tears of jealousy.

Put in hours.
Enjoy a hobby.
Kindred a spirit.
Love unconsciously.
Seek purpose.

Right all wrongs.
Study the anti-hero.
Learn existentialism.
Ignore God.
Enlightenment is key.

Rest well.
Burdens come and go.
Sanctuary is what you make it.
Knotted fingers unravel.
Time is cruel; lovely.
Grow proud.
Awaken.

Obtuse monolith glowing steady.
Lighting heaps of toothless jack o' lantern.
Snarky comments come pouring the crowd.
Howling a tone harmoniously.

Scenes change, the verdict enriches.
Terrible cries; screeching shrieks of witches.
Bellowing sighs turn to glee.
Flickering faces fade; instantaneously.

Burning the monolith; charring the grass.
After a pause, the anxiety lasts.
Effigies ignited enhancing the praise.
Nature arrives greeting the blaze.

Winds of water crowd the sky.
Little speckles of rain trickle surprise.
Cowardly pumpkins quickly roll away.
Effigy extinguished; feeling betrayed.

Shadows retreat anxious and free.
Lightning whips with thunderous speed.
Echoing silence the monolith dims.
A new cycle graciously begins.

I know true darkness,
it's something that can sway you.
We think of demons or ghost,
but in reality, they're right next to you.
Wearing flesh just like you.

Think of this;
If someone cares too much,
is that seen black or white?
Maybe a hidden agenda,
maybe control out of spite?

Manipulators; they understand subconsciously.
Seeing other people's potential, like a curse,
allowing them to chose your fate, which is worse?
Slowly, they can elevate you, but in a instant as a lost
interest; they can murmur disappointment.

Premeditating all outcomes.
Exhausting their mind by weaving words.
Someone who is plotting has foresight,
or is human behaviour playing its part?

Some who see too much, know too much.
Having high expectations,
allowing them to manipulate fate.
Power over probability is dark and deadly.
Should you feel afraid of these weavers,
simply remind yourself; they can be great.

Entering forgotten sacred grove.
Before all; make sacrifice.
Waterskin filled with tears.
Empty gift into stream.
Become one; adjacent of Mother.
Kiss a leaf; covert fiber to ash.
Watch soot animate into air.

Luckily, favour is bestowed.
Invigorated, gaining great perception.
Seeing each foot step illuminate.
Prints of fiend and foe.
Auras of silver; some of gold.
Pulsing, accompanying each beating heart.
Lurk further, if not weak of mind.

Footing becomes treacherous.
Heels; weakened of frailty.
Parka too heavy.
Shedding skin, turning hope.
Colors looming; fading in, some out.
Fatiguing, yet desperate.

Swimming up, deprived oxygen.
Vines trip, knotted at ankles.
Trailing honey, scented guide.
Climbing higher, vision enduring infection.
Picking, chewing, freeing the whole apparatus.
Light reflects from above.

Tainted, the hand sinks down.
Grasping, something of power.
Sensations overflow.
Reality checks within.
Preciously ending.
White hands, angelically caress.
Bleeding no more.

Mending all wounds.
Awakening the fire.
Around pit, peers cheering.
Rite of passage endured.
One with nature, little child.
Flesh, bone, soot, ash, fiber.
Boy evolves to man.
Wonderous joy.

Remember when;
the knife was so thin?
And, you vanished,
just allowing it to stick
within?

Those screams;
the burning, mind-numbing pains;
and those gorgeous migraines.

You probably can't recall,
you were too ****** up to realize.

Time hasn't done much.
Made this sad soul realize how;
they've played the victim over something
so unconventional.

"Expendable" is the word.
That's the one.
The one calling to flourish the rest;
the rest of those "flawless titles".

By now, that knife you've
seem to ingested; bestowed upon me.
It's kinda grown -
taught me; maybe it's my turn.
I can pass that knife on.

But; then again, I'm not you.
I give too much time; too much energy -
to see the greater good.

It's whatever; you and that knife.
And, those ******* migraines.

Your eyes open.
Moon looming over like a foreboding omen.
Laying under the stars; embraced by pavement.
Red bricks punctuate the discomfort; consciously.
Raising the right hand, clenching a furious fist.
Blood trickling down; a sanguine kiss.
Saluting the sky, you cursed the wish.

Your heart starts to beat.
Picking up, only to move into a dark room.
Some injuries are elusive; chronic.
As the room engulfs, you bleed a little more.
Suddenly, senses sway.

A deep down trait becomes ignited.
Your affinity for justice rekindled.
The engine inside now beats with a grim courage.
Grinning through the anguish with prudence.  
Shadows in the room become evicted.
Reborn; you stand tall embracing the darkness.

With this new found power you march.
Defending all those who cannot for themselves.
You dig deep, you fight hard.
Entrenching the fragility of man.
In this pain, you are enigmatic.
A shield to humanity; the conqueror of misfortune.

Greatness comes with malice.
Withdrawing, the power fades.
Vigilante, you trekked too hard.
Even the defenders need rest.
So; draw upon our strength.
We all cannot enter that dark room.
You are the protector of our herd.
We migrate together.

Don't give away your gift.
Be brave, be kind.
Allow us to be a pillar.
A fixture upon your mind.
Shake the stigma plaguing the people.
Create legend that will enlighten us all.
Thank you; he who has the wolf heart.
You may close those heavy eyes.

The lips of night are delicate,
cusping our ears gently.
Provoking thoughts madly.

As she allows you to stay,
her touch; looms and sways.
Like the coming of the sun,
her emptiness evokes warmth.

Decades, it feels.
As you roll up your sleeve,
her addictive gaze strikes eagerly.
Irritated are the eyes that follow.
Seemingly, filled with a ghastly hollowness.  

A whimper suggested,
as you condemned faith itself.
Yearning a simple sleep,
victory arise between stars.

Stuck in a different plane,
night calls out like a siren.
Echoing shrieks,
she hints of Orion.

As ink touches skin,
you become dreary.
Stuck in shambles,
a sense of catastrophe.

Violent waves crash ashore;
in this dream I cannot tell what is real anymore.
I see a figure standing ten feet tall;
the moon obstructed by a beastly maw.

Murmuring questions with a sleepy tongue;
answers haunted me in grim return.

Lobotomizing the entirety of my mind,
the feral creature only spoke with shapes and rhyme.

Poised before me was a legendary hunter.
A ghastly dire-beast, who could tear the world asunder.

Sporting a melancholic expression;
he opens the sealed mouth with a deadly suggestion.
His gums bleeding from pale infection.
Sourcing the problem I ache with poor digestion.

Unable to sniff out sustenance,
his own life-force is leading him astray.
In this nightmare; guilt turns night to day.
Lost in the dark the hunter cannot pray.

Mustering the strength, I mend his pain.
Reaching into the gnarly abyss;  
pulling out something of a shame.
Rapturing open wounds; I am fearful of blame.

Crying with a grisly howl.
I am becoming apart of the beast;
and the hunter becomes infused within.
A ritual complete.

The fabric of reality dissipates as the moon weeps.
I rejoice with newly kindled vigor as I exit this plane of existence.
Exalted I am, now I rest my troubled mind.
May this prolific dream endure all of time.

Sheltered under a tree of naivety.
Family failing to exist.
Each eye gazing above.
Dwarfed by clouds of misfortune.

Little flower holding on tight.
Doesn't seem to surrender without a fight.
Trickling leaves brush away.
Thunderous roar, bark decays.

Swarling winds with cyclones around.
Dancing words twist profound.
White fades to black.
Situation echos something nil.
Ending with a concussive shock.

Hands retrieve a golden watch.
Time sits still, unwilling to move.
Though, it's over; it's nothing new.

Argument interrupts tranquility.
Child left speechless, wondering "why?"
Shadows doom them all.
Together they cry.

Warm cords striking the piano gently.
My feelings accept isolation.
I agree with the unpopular opinion.
These thoughts; a cognitive dissonance.

All of this could be a consequence.
A superstition of intemperament.
I cannot recognize anything.
It feels like one big elaborate dream.

Through the static I feel the presence.
Eerie notes block my judgement.
I feel sympathy for something that doesn't exist.
My mind's eye feeling out of tune.

Tears from my forehead trickle down.
Single keys punctuate the atmosphere justly.
Everything in my heart becomes blind.
With the pianist caress; it becomes empty.
A warm place stuck in time.

Sitting, fishing for compliments,
the pole becomes too heavy.
Simply, blame our biggest fish,
somehow denying advice entirely.
Flirting to concede by the stream,
vaguely dreaming of obscurity.

Spiraling downward, sinking at sea.
Murky depths swallow wholly.
Descending into imagination,
strange thoughts ignite reality.

Strangers in darkness,
awakening the gloom.
Tripping over ideas, centuries old.
Images of heroes manifest.
Ciphering; the will to power,
the endurance to grow.

Their thoughts come in waves.
Nietzsche, Reznor, Sartre and Kyo.
Each a different color, one very bold.
Monochromatic, they highlight.
Lips move, but nothing is told.

Feeling cursed, desperately resuming previous functions.
Trapped in a skinner box, pressing the same button.
Dreaming of thoughts wishful to hold.
Embracing the pain, becomes something gold.

"Do you want to see a hat-trick?"
Questioned the celebrity.
Slipping in a wink,
you know not with certainty.

Flick of his lip,
the landscape changed.
He did a little dance.
At the end, you felt the same.

A spell came over,
as if you ate bad cabbage.
Shortly, the man began to cry,
knowing he had goofed.

He admits the wrong trick,
yet you chuckle like a fish.
Exhausted with disbelief,
you instantly ****!

I am alone in this struggle.
It is because of intuition I am here.
Perhaps the future is so dim I cannot see.
Saddened by this lack of motion, I float gently.
Belonging nowhere, yet wanting to go home.

My own reflection is the testament of grief.
The mindset isn't whole, though it streams parallel to this situation.
The sickness stems from regret.
Why do I continue through the madness,
jaded and engulfed by desperation?

The man out of time, walking in silence along the lines.
Parallel as we all travel.
Problems inherited of decades old.

As the "out-of-place" mind progresses and becomes blackened,
he slowly becomes adjacent to reality.
Only through a kindred spirit can we find perspective.

No latency, no compounding mixtures; of facades,
or gut-wrenching quarrels of hatred and jealousy
in which are succeeded only by none.

As the man is fixed upon the stars, he only can wonder;
of what could have been and what was.
Through the eyes of the greatest beast can we feel chances of grace,
and grimace.

When the problems of our fathers' and mothers' draw near.
Conflict grows stronger between the epicenter and our devotion.
Will we truly be able to justify our existence?

The man, in the end, has to deal with crossing the river.
Looking for shadows that are under the skin of the water,
while guiding through life with no reference to measure.
Truth becomes a blur, only readable by love and spirit.

Systematically, we are looking for truth in all falsehoods.
Never fear the pursuit of knowledge or that of reason.
Spite such hard times; we need to fall back on art.
Only in such equity can we measure tranquility.

Singular as inquired, some traits are more bold.
Inspirations of love, politics, and freedom are not found-
in the classroom; only through art, culture, and equality
can this be achieved.

Educate and inform our youth; as they our greatest aspiration.
Build into them, culture and love; make sure it becomes habituated.
The dreams of prophets defeat the minds of oppression.
Break this mold supporting a slave mind if we seek progression.   

May they bring us justification, and flourish our culture.
May they be wise, and hold back the elevations of tyranny.
May they be able to grow into philosophers, painters, and prophets.
May conquest not be for world *******, but of  peace and knowledge.

Our past father's will sleep gently, to know no war drums.
In the age of total enlightenment we cannot be alone.
Sharing is our greatest gift to the world, we need teachers.
May we foster those who seek it, and educate those who love it.
Never should we shy away from the prospect that is our youth.

Power.
Restricted from operating.
Stuck with stagnated blood.
These bounds are limited.

Help.
Slumbering upon sheets.
Filled with ruin and decay.
Distractions drifting astray.

Dreams.
Spiraling down.
The past is to stay.
Old faces go away.

Yet we remain.
Broken in time.
Not afraid.
Enslaved.

Shaken with fear,
sabatons tarnished.
Metal singing a glowing sheen.
Shining sanguine red.
Imposing all who had seen.

Victor, we've fallen.
Parrying and glancing.
Terrible force riddled steel plate.
Morningstar chimes,
flung with hate.

Three held the ford,
gleaming silver cloaks.
Duality of mud,
brothers endured.
Morality seeps.

Hand and a half,
too heavy to bare.
Splintering buckler.
Oak; shred and tear.
Ripping and bludgeoning,
all shock and scare.

Metal meeting flesh,
sounded sirens became aired.
Spectacle turned glee.
Our banners, lastly reach.

Teach me Aristotle,
for my charm belongs Diogenes.
Babylon shall treat me,
like a sea of honey.

The Gordian Knot,
at the feet of Zeus.
I shall be its liberator,
and sharp be my sword.

Fifteen years I will conquer,
not a single day of defeat.
My name will ring true,
King of Macedonia,
Pharaoh of Egypt.
This is my fate.

Visit the palace of Nebuchadnezzar II,
and you shall rest vicariously.
I bring the legacy.
Alexander the Great.

I love many, many don't know.
I sit by the creek, sometimes all alone.
Reading thoughts of the passers by.
Shooting warmth between their eyes.

Tricked into war, tricked into politics.
This whole scheme; a consequence.
Betrayed, broken and bruised.
A jealousy that has never been used.

Figure of speech, destined to be acquitted.
Unraveling cords, unlikely to be submitted.
The simple trick of tying a knot.
A lesson soon, likely forgot.

Unity in numbers, mostly not me.
Divided we are, united standing tall.
Reaching for the stars, afraid to fall.
Courage is a aftermath, afterall.

Like a yo-yo bouncing around.
The dreams in my sleep are renowned.
Only tossing and turning can churn them out.
The mundane day is what life is all about.

Forget and forgive.
Ride the little creek.
Don't be afraid, you silly meek.
Explore destiny and be a freak.
Live life rich as a sheik.

As they catch up,
the bass starts bouncing.
Your fingers gallop across her skin.
Weary-eyed; you pick up speed.

Your heart a steaming engine,
whispering heat from each ventricle.
Pumping into overdrive exhaustively.
Yet, she allows you one last ride.

You give it all you got.
Blood flows madly.
Her eyes light with excitement.
Everything passing blurs.
Absolute serenity.

The motor flatlines, exhausted; empty.
They have you; it's all over.
You're her favorite song, galloping gently.
She's the temperance to your gluttony.
Fallen into arms, the two sob infinitely.

Sleepwalker drifting through interstellar planes.
Citizens illuminate fluorescently; shining black.

Galloping between stars.
Galactic tornado made of chains.

Thirsty hunter gathering intellect.
Polar caps enameled with honey.

Junkyard holding crystalized memories.
Tainted philosopher sitting high.

Daytripper strangling dwarfed dreams.
Waves crash brilliantly against the sky.

Sometimes, I still see you.
A beauty lost to the deep snow.
Someone colder than winter itself.
Benevolent was the warmth brought.
Sinister as confidence was broken.
But, it's a mystery now.
Everything, unspoken.

To those mean, I appreciate you.

To those interested, I teach you.

To those lost, I guide you.

To those snarky, I enjoy you.

To those scared, I adore you.

To those loyal, I love you.

Somewhere, someplace;
maimed fingers are turning pages.
Eyes magnify words that mean less.
A bitter truth; holding too dear.
The singular thinker, alone; quite.

Shadows and alleyways;
a man stumbles through the dark.
Afraid of the monsters that lurk.
Feeding upon the weakened souls.
Shedding tears that glimmer gold.

Sitting at dinner; cold.
Empty pockets and aching back.
Destitute the waitress; she cannot afford.
Simply a meal, the restaurant employed.
Her feet, mangled; broken.

Jazz plays sadly.
Echoing among the dark.
Empty skyline engrossed the stars.
Drums play beats for the comet.
Snares kicking in with punctuation.
Slowly everything fades; and the trumpet remains.
Weeping gently, signifying kept shame.

Somewhere; someplace;
your key fits.
A golden sun is setting.
People are celebrating down the street.
Time is stuck in a trance; holding a breath.
Memories you cherish, vanish with the rain.
Skies will always remind; a little pain.

She'll find him interesting; alone.
He'll love her, she's tough as nails.
A pillar of strength, through kindred spirits.
Lighting the darkness; scaring shadows.
Dancing to the stars; enjoying the music.
Sharing the anguish; ignoring the rain.
Happily they will be; misery's company.

I wish it were as easy.
Just to sit in this room.
No one able to trick me.
Not a single false thought.

I don't want to exist.
Every fiber of my essence would just simply disappear.
Not a single person would frown, all of the injustices would still be.
Though, tomorrow would act like nothing happened.
Even continue without.

I wish to be dead, long ago.
Before growing up, and getting old.
The only time I feel worthy, is when i'm asleep.
And, the questions are riddled with contradiction.

It really is a shame.
Seeking through life for something genuine.
We all put up a front, acting like it's what we want.
Tricking others into thinking we are legitimate.
In the end, we're just using devilish-wit.

To go through the motions, is to be jaded.
Feeling like "death", but also wearing a disguise.
A colorful universe hidden behind frightful eyes.
Why is it so difficult to just find a reason?
Is there purpose in all of this abstract?

It's like gambling.
We get a taste of it once in our life.
Viciously, we want it again.
That one connection.
To another sad soul.

Blackened shroud drags low,
sweeping floors; gently.
Giving company rodents.
Sometimes; plenty.

April cherry blossoms,
time hidden deep.
Grasping hands softly.
Grippingly; to keep.

Swirling shrunken head,
little lion crying loud.
"What can even be real?"
Hushing; my vow.

Rodents; quicken,
sickened with anxiety.
Skeletons bending knees.
Missing you, I am sadly.

Harlequin kiss chimes,
all delicately ready.
Sickle; sharpened and tall.
Guillotine sighs dreadingly.
Solemnly; the whisper echoes,
a final kiss goodbye.

Swirling around like a broken fog,
dawn arrives just as we lay.
Like a pestering fiend that is sickened with rage,
a halo of gnats engulf the brave.

Cracking the shadow with bold light,
towering cascade in full flight.
A whip of leather collides *******,
forever to work a tireless sap.

Circlejerking the popular opinion,
regurgitating a thoughtless wave.
Singular one stands among such naive,
afraid of the horde which boosters no rhyme.

Squalor bred from the hive mind,
together they run from crime.
Think on your own,
sanguine freedom will chime.

Primal tendencies come fleeting.
The most logical apparatus in nature,
yet senses are first to be culled.

Something of a storm, striking without warning.
Kindling becomes flame, growing wildly.
Praying to be ignited, grieving to be forged.
It's seemingly pointless to resist.
You give in, and it's something terrible.

Humanitarian virtues completely ignored.
As the fire swells, oceans of flame erupt your belly.
Brilliantly orange the aura lurks around you.
Intoxicated visions become reality.
Blindly you roll around, lunacy takes hold.

As your hand made into a calloused fist, you feel
benevolent without self doubt, yet ageless with strength.
Striking the name, even god himself -
had he shown toe to toe with your flame.
You now burn with stalwart devotion,
you cut deep down somewhere near integrity,
yet so blindly.

Ventricles of youth gaze upon you.
Ludacris with insanity, your veins boil with red justice.
The ancient tendencies foster the child inside.
Your calloused hands shake with no disease,
only a pumping chest.

In a instance, you awake.
Never dreaming, but never truly away.
Dizzily, whispers of morality soothe the skin.
Recalling the love for humanity, and logic.
A chill breaks the mold.
You realize what you've become.

Supported by none,
layabout I may seem.

Delicate in approach,
cheerful my theme.

Sad as my soul,
anguish keen.

Crippled introvert,
romanticized fame.

Care for every man,
clouded my judgement.

Sick as cancer,
judas may suffice.

Troubled today,
tomorrow I fly.

Make sure it's to your favourite song.
Make sure, you're all alone.
Make sure it's over a distant friend.
Make sure it's pure and long.
Make sure they can feel it.
**** it up, no one is too strong.
Join palate to tongue.

Beauty is unusual and unique,
in every sense, I agree.
What if gender is a cultural construct,
and we gauge mental illness subjectively?

What if we make the mistakes of shock therapy,
as did our Victorian ancestors?
Should maiming your body be a form of identity?
What separates us individually?

Why is it socially accepted to enhance your breast,
but frowned upon to partake in blocking estrogen or testosterone?
What's the difference when someone is over zealous with tattoos?
Do we have artificial standards?

What we do now has less latency and will show results quicker,
unlike ever before in human history.
Could we be taking a wrong turn?
Will culture acceleration devalue civil society?

We are engineered differently, to experience things persistently, with unparalleled thought.
Will the engineering of a universal theme plunge what we hold unique
into a maelstrom of monotony and decay?
In the end, how do we identify culture; if everything is grey?

I know it's hard.
Feeling the things you do.
I have those feelings.
As if the world is against you.

It's not sadness.
It's not anguish.
I know it feels hollow.
I know it feels empty.

I relate to how you feel.
And, it's hard to try.
Sometimes you're depressed.
Feeling there is no reason why.

People tell you it's a phase.
People say it will pass.
But you don't belong.
Honestly, it will last.

Sometimes it hurts.
Sometimes you cope.
It's all meaningless.
You'll want to choke.

You are important.
A importance they cannot understand.
There is a uniqueness.
A uniqueness they don't comprehend.

Just because you fall behind.
Just because the weight is on your back.
Doesn't mean you're garbage.
Doesn't mean you're useless.
Quite the opposite.

You are traveling through darkness.
A journey that takes a toll.
The average person won't recognize.
They truly just don't know.

Please don't give up.
Please stay yourself.
Don't let them change you.
Because, they will.

You are the conscious.
The feelings of this world.
Though they delude you.
You have to hang on.