Glass potion bottle,
Are you filled with confidence?
I kind of need it with the state,
That the world is in.

The world's gone dead,
Yet appears to be thriving on it's own terms,
Clear waters and growing green leaves,
Once we are gone- the earth reclaims it's home.

Nervous cause now,
I can't move from this house,
Hard to call it home when it's got your guts in knots,
The fire's in my room, it's too bright.

The world's gone dead,
Yet appears to be thriving on it's own terms,
Clear waters and growing green leaves,
Once we are gone- the earth reclaims it's home.

My corpse worn to nothing,
Could I prove that I am something?
The world might come to an end,
Unless you've got a hand to lend.
Every night I need to comprise,
It's proven worthy to be concise.

In the morning,
Send a warning,
I'll be there soon.

Alien ink thinks to itself,
While it sits upon the shelf,
In the corner of my vision,
It's a collision, a kaleidoscope,
microscopic, atomic atom particles,
I don't have any obstacles,
Other than my fears and self-destruction.

In the morning,
When it starts warming,
My corpse starts forming, reforming,
Send me a text,
I'll catch up to you next.

This conjecture comes sweet like vengeance,
Absolute to the words of the page,
Remark about the stage of grief we never leave,
Visceral emotions call to the passionate.

Hindered under the scorching sun,
Demand our heads to be ******,
Partial to the call of the political crisis,
Harrowing circumstances leave no room.

Line up, babes,
We’re all cardboard cutouts,
Against the merciless manifest destiny,
We’re all worth killing, babes.

Write

Write

Write


Words

Words

Words


Where

Where

Where

­
Worn

Worn

Worn


Write

Write

Write


Please?

Write
Simple,
I tell myself,
Write
Poetic,
I force myself,
Write
Beauty,
I convince myself,
Write
Imagery,
I encourage myself,
Write
with purpose,
I plead myself.

M riih csy xs ompp qi,
M'zi fiir hsmrk mx qcwipj xlmw irxmvi xmqi,
Erh mx'w kixxmrk xmvmrk,
M'q ksmrk xs kix hvyro,
M'q ksmrk xs waeppsa wsqi tmppw,
Pmwxir xs qi,
Pmwxir xs qi,
Wxvmoi qi hsar xs lipp.

When the sun fell behind the houses on the Friday horizon,
I was sure then and there,
That it was said and done,
My weathered teeth and nails don't work as good as they used to,
If I say and do something wrong I'll blame it on them,
The night's when those attributes start to fade and I'm,
I'm just a boy,
Not a man,
Not a mask,
Just a boy.

It's hard to see you deny,
To contrive all these lies,
How you're not as wonderful as everybody says,
As I say,
And I notice when you look away,
Because you can't face the truth I've placed,
In front of your face for you to take.

On the floor and wondering,
After a long day of wishing the clouds away,
I saw you next to me,
Somehow I remembered that tomorrow was the day,
But something changed and rearranged,
Inside of my chest came a feeling I couldn't ignore,
Overwhelming and calming all at the same time,
Taking my courage with me,
I said something I couldn't and wouldn't take back.

It's hard to see you deny,
To contrive all these lies,
How you're not as wonderful as everybody says,
As I say,
And I notice when you look away,
Because you can't face the truth I've placed,
In front of your face for you to take.

As the note laid under my pillow begun to fade of it's ink,
I was with you and knowing,
There was something more to watch the sun rise once more for,
Stay with me for tonight my dear,
Let's live and sing out our hearts unto the moon's eyes,
You're everything and always for me,
To me,
So give me your hand and I'll hold you for as long as I can,
So stay with me tonight my dear,
Let's live and sing our hearts unto the moon's eyes,
Nobody needs to know that we're home.

It's hard to see you deny,
To contrive all these lies,
How you're not as wonderful as everybody says,
As I say,
And I notice when you look away,
Because you can't face the truth I've placed,
In front of your face for you to take.

You don't know my brain,
You don't know my heart,
You don't know my veins,
and you don't know my pain.

So please use discretion when judging,
I don't need your input on how my head is doing,
I know what's happening and it's messing me up.

I'm young, tired, and feeling useless.
Don't know where I'm gonna go,
But I wanna make the opportunity to become something.

I'm driving on this road with nowhere to go,
I guess it all depends on me and what I decide to do,
I can't even lift my hands in the morning,
So how am I suppose to write song for my demons?

Blank walls, tore down all my posters,
He told me that I was not good enough,
My dysphoria won't stop so,
how am I supposed to keep living alone?

I'm young, tired, and feeling useless.
Aren't you tired of me?
I've done nothing but sit here and dream.

The need for purpose becomes my purpose,
I hope it won't be this way forever,
But I wanna make the opportunity to become something.