It's the journey within that cracks open the shell without
Splitting open a sealed perfection only meant to be an accessory
More than that, it now became living art, a walking melody
But little it knows the bigger it's meaning, it picks at it's every crack
So miserable, so blinded, hard to keep something so broken intact
Walking mayhem, it blames the world, a shattered ID running amok
How must it ever see its beauty if it destroys the witnesses that look
A classical tell of a an art piece that made its own price
When if it accepted it's flawed, it would have been that, but twice
Now It knows not what it should, but what it assumes the world is
Forever trapped in its head, a place for the dead, art corpse-fed
And until there's nothing to destroy, it'll continue but then
It will see what a beautiful catastrophe it's made In the end.
Art that made art, painted with the anger of a misunderstanding
Art can't see that it's art, so it made art until it saw what it tore apart...

I'm sorry.

You'd like to be evil...

You want to hurt people.

You think it's fun.

Evil people get to have all the fun...?

You want power.

You want control.




...You're broken. A record that can be read as clear as day.
You don't know true evil.
If you'd like an example, all you'd have to do is ask.


You're afraid to be simple...
But you're nothing but simple.
And that's ok.

Stop trying so hard to be alien for ***** sake.
You're destroying yourself...and that will only hurt you and those you love.


You need to be dismantled, so that you can be built back up...and stronger.

Your foundation is built on resentment. Destruction.
Bitterness.
You call the darkness your friend. But the darkness wants to eat you, and digest you. You're afraid of the light.

What would we see if it was shining on you?
Simple, a broken art piece.

But that's ok. That's enough. You are good enough as that. We all are broken art pieces. And we all are unique, but ironically not any better than anyone else

So accept yourself. I'm right here with you. Always have been, even if you can't see me. And I will be there with you, to build you up. You deserve a friend who will be there for the better you. We all do, when we're ready to accept them.

Now wake up, pat your knees, do a stretch. Let's do this adventure, but together.

I need a friend, and I believe you're more than enough.

Potent Flower
Send your fragrance to my cognition
Opened hour
Live a little at time sinking slow ignition
Our eyes on a mission
Snow-bound emperor moth at night
Itsy simple and lessons brittle
I opened my eyes once and I see more than thought
A riddle of words making bigger bending moments
Now ponder the answers you came here and sought