Our minds are rotten,
Our kind’s forgotten,
By the thought that came before,
Now they think us wild,
Mishaps to be reviled,
Perhaps a lost child,
Can finally find what we’ve all been looking for?

Misworded directions,
Disturbing reflections,
That came to show so much more,
Mirror our woes and our fears,
Into which we've poured and peered,
At every flaw and every tear,
Purging rejection,
Herding selection
Emerge perfection,
Have we finally found what we’ve all been looking for?

Becoming machines,
Live numb in our dreams,
Die in the depths at the shore,
Who I am inside,
Ignorance that tried,
Arrogance denied,
Us everything that we’ve all been looking for

Now no going back,
More and yet we lack,
This internal civil war,
Battles in our head,
Our bodies have fled,
Am I mad or dead?
And I finally found what we’ve all been looking for

Mrs Lies is the best,
That lie just keeps getting better,
She only wants to make a mess,
She’ll never leave if you don’t let her,
It’s just easy to say yes,
Drink that whiskey to stay sober,
Takes her problems off her chest,
And rests them down upon your shoulders

You think you finally reached the end,
My finger’s just touched the trigger,
Making your problems fake pretend,
Just makes them so much bigger,
Just give it time to mend,
Sell what’s left to the highest bidder,
Say you’ll always be her friend,
Even though you've never really met her

How’d I rip apart your precious heart?
When you never had one at the start

I say I’ll see you later on,
But I’ve never really ever seen you,
Don’t care if something’s wrong,
There’s nothing I can do,
A lifetime feels too long,
I don’t think I’ll make it through,
I’ll sing you that old song,
Repeating that lie doesn't make it any less true

I’m not going to lie,
I don’t want to try,
I don’t need to say why,
This is my first and my last goodbye

I love you
More than I love myself

It *****.

You all left me,
In confusing silence,
Looked bored of it, feigning interests

Right or wrong,
Don’t make a difference,
I don’t understand it, and nothing makes sense,
I’m done

Now little brother,
Is falling again,
Didn’t teach him how to walk,
And now I’m running,
In the opposite direction, that you wanted

Years too late,
And advice that’s wasted,
I don’t need it now, I refuse to face it

Had your time,
And you just might’ve blown it,
I’m running for the end, if it’s a race,
I’ve already won

Now little brother,
Is falling again,
Didn’t teach him how to walk,
And now I’m running,
In the opposite direction, that you wanted
I’m always running
Always running

i filled myself with
sorrow
but i still felt
empty

Folder: OBSERVATIONS...
its the morning wake up ritual at is mediocrity

you want to sleep in

I want to run along side the birds

I boil the kettle it hums as you snore

I wish I had your company

you wish you had more time

we dont fit together well

but we're okay today because at least we both woke up in the same place

although we dont ever understand why.

in drowsy repose
a clan of bulbous grey clouds
hung over the bush

i asked for a gift for myself
from myself
you gave a gift to yourself
yourself
and keep asking me if i wanted to play
and she sits by the table waiting
for a pick up
not a dress-up
it'll blow up
and the tarnished ruins
haunt her within

the hole in her heart
is too big to mend
the ache in her head
is too much pain
just like when roses perish
beneath the blanket of snow
and sun smiles too much
which lets them feel it
and burn them
roses, no more

hopeful they'll remain, when their ancestors face again
and you and i, will sit somewhere nicer
than the underseat of your bedroom
sitting in the kitchen waiting for maids to clean your room

and the secret new girl, who's hidden from my world
she's disguised my point of view
and teachers preach, it's out of reach
the same soul returns to haunt another
change your views
the same soul tries to revive you more
only to sought

a truth among you hides in vain
hidden from sight, on the pane
the heart that searches for its mate
won't find it without gates
normal people search high and low
for a bush that would seem for show
their love tarnished for they know now
that the fairer are those who turn brows