The worst of the worst,
Has seared itself into my cranium,
Cementing itself as scar tissue,
An ailment that'll never fade away.

The best of the best,
Worn out and transparent,
Slipping away with every blink,
Poignant moments that have jaded.

Twist and contort my voice into something unrecognizable,
So I can feel something other than my own self-destruction.
A fortnight or two until I'm totally blue,
Water cast to fire just to satiate his primal desire.

I've got not much to walk for,
Nothing to run for,
Nothing to scream for,
It's all just a chore.

Carry me down my own obsidian path,
Leave you barefoot to slip and bleed.
Only then you'll see what it feels to be me,
Maybe then you'll hold me closer and tighter than before.

I've got not much to walk for,
Nothing to run for,
Nothing to scream for,
It's all just a chore.

Let me watch the sun drown in the shimmering lake,
Why do you always block the beautiful view?
Doesn't it make sense that I have stopped respecting you,
For all that you do, For all that you say,
How is it any stretch to feel so enraged.

"Come home"
"Come home"
"Come home!" she begged me so.

"I won't"
"I won't"
"I won't!" I told her so.

"You're mold"
"You're mold"
"You're mold!" he's shouted at me so.

"I'm already home,
At a place that I can fold,
Breathe without a head cold,
Where I own all my clothes,
Won't come back 'til he's been remold."

My dog is better than yours,
Bigger than yours,
Meaner than yours,
Prettier than yours.
My dog is better than yours.

I know so because yours cowers,
I know so because yours cries,
I know so because yours hides.

I am better than you,
On a horse,
Shirtless too,
Dominant force,
I am better than you.

I know so because you're weak,
I know so because you're broken,
I know so because you don't have me.

Fair to say I wanna be tall,
Standing 5’3 but I’m not picky,
I just wanna see over the forestry.

Sun setting over the suburbia,
Pale orange light reflecting into my eyes,
From shuttered windows on the second floors,
Golden hour just doesn't feel as right as yesterday.

Far outside of my point of view,
The president is a soldier for his country,
Kissed his wife and kid goodbye,
He says he might not see them tomorrow night.

Rain over, and over,
These bombshells falling,
Tears from the school and the orphanage,
God forbid, they fight for their dreams.

When your own people,
Surrender their weapons,
Cry to the enemies to finish this war.

Your reign.
will come.
To an end.

Blinded by a setting sun,
8pm on a summer night,
You say to me,
"My, my, look into those eyes."
Looking back at you is the sun,
His eyes are deep down brown.

Why won't you leave?
I'm begging, please.
Blinded by a marital dream,
Don't see the harm we receive.

Spend the midnight hours,
Rummaging through the old,
You say now,
"I could be free. Maybe one day I will be."
Looking down upon you is...


Wretched hands that don't believe,
Who am I to speak,
Except I'm the one who felt it,
Searing. Burning. Cutting flesh.
To the bone. Through the marrow.
Screaming till the throat is ******,
I know who I am but I'm not real,
An imaginary character to the sun.
Did I wrap the moon around my..
broken and bruised finger?

Why won't you leave?
I'm begging, please.
Blinded by a marital dream,
Don't see the harm you receive.