The eyes, you'd better be tired,
Look sadly on world, people in it.
The heart, you'd better slower a beat,
You'd better damp down a fire.

The soul, I wish you fell asleep,
But you can't be killed by anything.
If they betray, you'll smile and sing
The song of love to human breed.

The lips, be silent, dear.
Don't talk about eternal things,
Don't kiss, don't whisper into ears
Of those, who cannot hear.

Though so well I hide,
And my life's a masquerade
Though, evеrytime I cried
And told: "That's charade"

Though many times I said:
"Don't believe my tears
My heart has never bled,
I'm cold, I have not fears"

Though acted as the happiest, see
Wore wide deceitful smile
When heard : "Go, live without me"
I thought : WIll it be worthwhile?

How easily can world colapse
When heard:"Get out of sight!"
You know, on the church steps
The atheist cried.

Though thought soul's eternal,
When heard:"Forever goodbye"
Stopped the song vernal,
Eternal soul died.

Few verses you tossed:
"What for the love, passion?"
Your cry of desperation
Is just the reflection of loss.

Yes, everything, for sure, will pass
Fade like rainbow, pass like rain.
The outcome known, my friend:
Each song the ending has.

But isn't it grand
To see for just one second
By what were saddened,
And beguiled the men?

Our whole life is
Just the moments of gleam,
The touch of a dream,
The bless of a kiss.

Yes, life is joke, evil mock
Maybe, from someone above
But devotion, love
Don't take as a joke.

Go away from me, away!
Away with your truth,
Away with your thoughts and your ways.
No matter what you hold in hands -
A rose or a noose.

We look at each other the same,
With despise and wreath.
Let everyone choose his own path.
Later the fate not to blame.

I put myself in your shoes -
You're dark to the bone.
Go away with your rules,
I've got my own

Comes a time
when the mathematics
of the years
becomes more about
- than +,
÷ rather than x.

When wisdom gained
< vitality lost,
and dis-ease > health.

A good night's sleep
and some energy ≈
happiness.

Living is
tangential
to survival,
and not
necessarily
congruent.

It becomes exhausting to come up with some ******* statement to intrigue thee. I'm not the everyday "raconteur" of great stories or jolly experiences. To be honest with each and every individual I meet about the struggles I face would take the courage I don't have. So I avoid the situation all together.

What does it mean to **** at adulting?

The question I despise the most upon meeting relatives or friends of family is...

"So what are your future plans?" i.e. (What are your accomplishments that will delight me? What are your goals? How much money are you making out of this?) I agree in which it's quite a bold matter to address, but the question ***** the life RIGHT out of childhood.

That's when I know I **** at adulting.

I repulse the means to grow up and get my **** together. Some would characterize it as extreme laziness, carelessness or even stupidity. But most times I feel as though if you don't understand the challenges I face, you wouldn't understand my dilemma.

Once it was a place of sorrow
where bathing came from hot tears
warmth barely came from Tomorrow
little thought was give to more years

Where eating was swallowing a truth
that was just sawdust coated in lies
Mirrors simply reflected angry youth
all seen through drug clouded eyes

Upon a bed of razor sharp intentions
She painted a heart upon her chest
from the blood that flowed in rivulets
in the indentations of her weakness
She sighed that she did her best

She found herself upon silvery shores
under an incandescent Sun
hoping that she had evaded the laws
condemning her for what she had done

Head thrown back in a field of dreams
Serenity in her tumultuous gaze
Lips curved gently against the screams
so much clarity in a languid daze

She gently caressed coloured flowers
with hands that had never sought to protect
from the constantly brutal storm showers
that raged when she failed to connect

Where once there was only rain
all she could now feel was dry
Where once she was warped by pain
utter tranquility she could not deny

She rebuilt herself in a different place
in a skin that was as hardened as stone
Where her demons could find no trace
far away from all she had known