I find solace in the years
coupled with many fears.
I am yearning for death,
question breath in my chest.
Why did I fight for the egg?
Why leave my siblings?
Drunk on ideas,
an ugly duckling
suckles curious.

Collect knowledge.
Obtain the power.
Go to college get degrees,
2 or 3 to beat competitors.
Collect surroundings.
Obtain the name, me.
Go to hell, maybe heaven
1 or 2 the choices, poison.

When we were all just kids,
what wishes we wished and did.
When we were all just children,
what did we really want to happen?

When i was just a boy and even to this day,
when i wished for anything,
I'd always have to say,
I wanna be a robot at least, take my heart away.

If life is just a destiny,
a fate that was pre-made for me,
then whats the sense in expending all my energy.
Water follows sense returns to the ocean basin,
a fate that cant be said of me,
if life is just an agony.

Death is to familiar,  I keep it at my side.
Life is nothing special I find solace in suicide.
Holstered at my hip, covered by a duster.
Heaven in my eyelids, devil on my shoulder.
Hold it in my clutches so nobody can see.
Have a date with two destinies
and
they both wanna **** me.

Person after person entraps the oxygen with respiration.
We are all
the bonds
of loving.
Person after person encases the soul with oxidization.
We all are
more than
just skin.
Person after person,
human after monkey,
baby before ***** and whatever the order, this is it.

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I­ fill empty spaces with numbers, accounts of dates, memories and whispers.
I regret all that I recall, total Arnold overall.
I sense the presence of history presents.
I foresee the foreshadow its silly,
and I do want to save *****.
In the end I'm more important find my solace in a crevice.
I fill empty spaces with numbers, accounts of dates, memories and whispers.