search for reason, a time well wasted
well rested
but I think it spilled from the palm of
my hands, drew by myself
twisting of bones
juices under crushed flesh,
my eyes caught the culprit
a debt,
and all that we tossed around
I knew a person, let's call her Rain
(a stupid name), a beautiful name
when she comes around the thing
that causes her pain
she crosses the uphill and ciphers
to some degree and the next day
when the thing is sleeping
she hugs it, and thanks it for the power
and a time well-rested
not wasted
I guess evil is okay when asleep

a pause is when we stop talking, remember that
pauses are important. you should pause in the middle
I should not avoid the mirror
the face, myself trenched in only ugly feeling.
ironic, because in any public transport, when I see
beauty, I recognize a feeling, a chance as it grips away
discontent, bruises in my flesh, not physically, leads to
metamorphism into a cacoon like Jerry
in that episode of Rick and Morty, powerless but friends
with the smartest person, who is now dead
pause
think about the forbidden energy gap in thoughts of negative,
emotions of everything and everyone, who said
things, unheard, boundless by the measure of the height of dread.
I must be dreaming because I wish we were dead,
I wish you were here, to see the poem as it unfolds
(chronic pain), nothing is left that brings me hope
but the chance to leave everything and start a new life, back from
the cocoon and face me
pause
but I wish we were not dead

Lights
Starting off and blinking,
Atop of some building
As I figure the meaning,
Of the same question, my existence
But I know it's okay, one day
I am gonna grow wings
A special octave, A better person

Noises
Starting off and sounding,
In the chambers of my chest
Like I'm falling asleep, in a quest
To find someone who is now at rest
But I know it's okay, one day
I am gonna grow wings
A metamorphosis, A wing

Fear
Starting off and flashing,
In a lit room that is blinding
Maybe, it's just the world
With infinite, crowned patience
But I know it's okay, one day
I am gonna grow wings
A little hope, hopefully lasting long
Than everything

something in your magnetic field, a friend
dim and hard, the falling of surrender is due
it's you we are talking about
crashing like a toy, a boy, waiting for foy
enter to a road, scared more than me, implode
at every inconvenience, optimistically friends,
with a pirate who never killed, never felt, so much fear
in twenty thousand years of sailing away from himself
you must find yourself, lost in front of your undoing
for life is a short warm moment, and death is a cold long rest
find a glooming heart in rest, to lecture about being a *****
must overfire, your moral qualms.
I guess we were more than ourselves
and you just missed it

hands off my podium, my real space
find yourself a space, spaced like a prison,
corridor,
hushed to a lullaby, about free,
birds or people having *** in
pure misery
the purest heaven set in bars, like a teenager
throwing tantrums at
nothing, and everything
screaming for attention like a little *****
drained of space, hands off my podium
or debate me

why don't I get bored of it?
prove a certain synergy and mutual fear of
crying in a corner in the middle
of a desert, deserted by our heroes
forever, in memories, they turn,
to werewolves, going from corner and corner
so that you can't foresee, a western wind
so brutal, it changes you, honey, like a burden
falling in every inch of your beautiful burden
your flesh is the only yours, maybe

Feels like enemy art
The crushing feeling of missing a lot
Moments, memories locked in a box
A flock of people singing a single song
Familiar people, nice people, you can tell
A herd of unheard sparks
"Mississippi river won't **** ya,
until you stand too close my dear"
Feels like mercy