Art is not always meant to be understood
But it can always be appreciated
By those who see it as a form of expression
And not mere analysis.

Our human experience
Comes complete with emotions,
Both painful and gratifying.
You cannot rob me of that,
Ever.

Just like all of us,
I was poisoned with premature development
Of the mind, of the body.
Go ahead, blame technology.
It's only part of the problem at the end of the day,
Really just about as harmful as electromagnetic waves.
You can't see them when your sight has been limited,
When the programming for your mind is forever set to primitive.
It's sad that all of us have to pay the price
For the richest of the rich
And their greedy vice.

I'd like you to step aside, for once.
Though you've been steady, reliable, consistent,
More so than any person in my life,
I have to ask you to leave my side.
You are the band-aid conveniently covering a deeply carved wound,
Which will never fully heal while you stick to it,
Protecting it with all your might,
Even when it needs to breathe, when it needs fresh air.
The wound is, and will always be, here...
Unless you go away and never come near.

Dear love,
Although your truth is hard to swallow,
I cannot live without you.
You are ******* the outside
Yet forever solid in your foundation.
You quickly flood my veins and nerves
With the kind of power no one else possesses.
Tomorrow when I see the doctor,
You know I have to ask for you.
You know I have to feel you trickle down my throat
And find your way into my damaged mind.

I'm so done with you.
You don't even try.
So when you lose everything,
Don't ask why.

I want to fly closer to the flames
To slightly singe my skin
To feel some kind of pain but not to fall
Deep into the fire, burned alive and charred forever.