You are the mother earth and i am your loving moon.  
I illuminate our fate as my light continues to pry.
Many branches sway to meet my gaze in crescent or full bloom.
Your eyes like oceans spill blue,
a reflection of the morning sky.

**** a sociology class, **** a community college.
**** all this ******* that they feed me called knowledge.
**** Everything even myself twice.
**** me real good i bet itll feel kinda nice

I actually love to sleep.
(im really quite fond)
My bed is my best friend.
(Black and murky like a pond)
I lay face down and seep.
Bent nose, Blurry vision and in the middle a broken bend.
But still, my bed is my best friend and you dont get many of them.

Sleeping is a waste of time, something we arent given much of.
So i starve my sheets of skin a dastardly sin.
Sleeping is not for me, in fact, i neglect it quite frequently.
So i sit and tear myself apart, bit by boring bit.
Healthy.
Most Likely.
At Least I Think So.

Sleeping keeps the headaches that creep back without a peep.
Consciousness more or less leaves me torn and hopeless.
Sometimes i sit in the cool dark, sometimes the hot.
Sometimes i speak to nobody and occasionally,
I get the privilege of listening.

Yesterday i wanted to fly a kite in the sunlight strong and bright.
Tonight i was unaware of the demons daring glare.
Tomorrow has yet to be so its meaning still alludes me,
but Forever is a long time to leave up to my destiny.

They tell me to tell the tale of a tailed beast who bested the best that best could muster.
They say sorry sunny the sun only sets every so often.
They talk this
They talk that
A boom a pat, the hit of a high hat which rings infinitely in an ear canal.
Its all just water under the boat, stars in the sky.
A way to rationalize the pains actualized.
A way to forget that something forgot had been forgotten, *******.