I laid down so hard, unbearable
I crumbled down in the groove of my paranoia
To search inside a dream, a fritter halfway between
When i woke up believing
I am king
I heard a gunshot from within

Hold on to some quietness for heaven's sake
****** nose ring mixed with some
chocolate wedding cake
Poisoning a pill thats kept with a 100 more
Degeneration of subprime mortgage loans
Now the air cools down
Sun starts to choke
Reading some fictional story
About Richard the 4th
Walking past the green light
Heated with misery bells
Shouting everywhere
"Cry for help or death knells"

There is it is again that funny feeling
Oh that funny feeling
There is it is, again that funny feeling
Oh that very feeling

There is some hyperfixation of this very day
It hits me like a single mother
Digging her babies grave
Nature feeling high
rebel against pain
Like crisis that some god
anxiously paved
My cold hands touch
the burning sand
The snows creeps up from the inside
and consumes all land
Perfecting the capture of romance and love
Trying to make sense
feel some ungrateful worth
Now I'm feeling just fine
we were kissing by the way
Tell me I'm here and everything's okay

There it is again, that funny feeling
Oh that funny feeling
Do do do, there it goes my
Body struck to this feeling
Do do do, there goes my
Soul struck to this feeling

Halt the quietness
for the sky starts to rot
Run like headless chickens
In a parking lot
Sink the saddest blues that
you dearly love
High five to the sentence
You secretly bluffed
Build a Lego Gotham city
With your bare hands
Still waiting for that reply
From your only friend
Sinking in that brief smile of
My pretty anxiousness
Slightly dissolving within the range
Of moving abstinence

Remember the time
The place, your face
I crawled up and said
"I'm yours, in your arms"
The self medication made no sense
But the essence of you
Is a drug that heaven bled

Sometimes I feel free
Sometimes the feeling sneaks around the backdoor to flee
There's nothing like this feeling of being lost faster than time
The feeling comes so little yet it is louder than the bombs over my city today

Let the world in
Let them wonder the eyes of prey
Wonder the construction
Sometimes she is a
Spec in sky is looking down
To depths of the momentum conservation
When she swings from an old swing
Till she's dust or fallen like Icarus
The world sometimes
Flew like a moth to a candle which is
Lit by distinct photons sharing
The cosmic blanket
And it's decisive british accent
They long for adoption or Athena
And clad of blur dots in universe
Longs then to further discuss the world
"Hello, Hello, Hello is there anybody out there?"
The world sometimes
Feels like a fever dream
Eyes always seeking from the wedge
Demeter must find her grain
For she's sticking around like a mortal
Turbulent, she will flee
Then some god listening to Radiohead
Will call upon you
"Just how cold do you want it to blow?"
The world sometimes
Feels like a geeky cat
Confused in what it wants to be
In the end, she burns all of land
Scorched to the brink then cries in relief
The world sometimes
Doesn't feel right somehow

The itsy bitsy spider crawled up the water spout.
Down came the rain, and washed the spider out.
Out came the sun, and dried up all the rain,
and the itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again.

The itsy bitsy spider riffled his cobweb off his legs.
Ripples of candor light hit the spider's neck.
Outside his nest was a rainbow glowing dark out,
and the itsy bitsy spider went up the water sprout.

The itsy bitsy spider left his home in hunger for light.
Down came the night, cold and stark, miles from bright.
All sounds were of the insects that were preyed on silently,
and the itsy bitsy spider was lost to be

The itsy bitsy spider left his home in hunger for beauty.
Down came the rain, and the spider found shelter under a leaf
Out came the sun, and dried up all the rain,
and the itsy bitsy spider died in vain

Calm it down
Come back to bed
We grew older than our words
Colder than our dread

Now see the door hanging from a mile
Its pass the ash tray of promises for sweet divine
The change from a creature of crime
The beast of yesterday's oil soaked with victory wine
The change from devoured limbs numb to ride
To finally the door leading to pride

Does it help to linger in barren soil where none laid before and sail with the captors of our happiness?

Hold it, the sighs of creme and ****** lips
The sower, kindly drop some shadow
Just hold us deep into that slow breeze
The tainted red would move us together
Imm in deep voice, stark fingers touching
Heaven and everything, it goes against me
Feel some valency, worth, your beauty and
The card that bleached into the lost night
Of moving against the spirit of flowing tides
Crashing between the pores of sand
Around these fingers that crossed some of you so preciously
Now come to me millions of times for the sky breeds some time to die, again
Under the tent of that weird surrounding, the low-sighted buildings, found a hotel named metropolis, and Clark was brooding, flirting, and singing a song
It went like "I had a thought dear.." moving like flashes of sudden melting under the sweet whispering straight at your mouth as I crawled to your face and your lips and your eyes, we moved so quickly
Suddenly I remember, I don't deserve this and a rush of sadness scales down my spine as hell breaks through my eyes while the sky creeps and dies and dies and it screams and dies for time is over and nothing else moves but Clark fidgeting thinking about something else

Last night I dreamt a little dream
A little bit of flutter eyes and anarchy
The pain you endeavour is lost
To the chasing trill of running with me

The moving fingers brushing the maze
The labyrinth the labour the lace
The kind of love the thunder moves for
When the sky opens in every way

Collapse the stairway and blind the raven
Let Aphrodite gently judge the living
For then we shall rise redeemable
For then the earth would leach us into something

Watch as she wakes from the sleep of depth
Hyperventilating to an extent
Of no turning back
And some creep was looking down
Wreathed her weariness and scolded her
Of being so wrong
She wants to plead her innocence
But she's lost

A 17 year old girl
How she believes the smile was fading
Into faith of drama
The prayer was doomed with time
The same she says as she worked
But she's tired of running
Running and picturing a funeral
Of her rarely worn dress
Now she's sad
Wondering what would you judge her for?
Is it the words or her dress?
Now picture this
The lullaby of an old man
The king once asked his men
"What's the tastiest meal my tongue could bear?"
Some said something with sweetness
Some slightly depressed said sour
Some were confused as they were empty
Some were carcasses of a bleeding ship
Too little to say anything
One man stood up in agony
Said nothing said is anything right

It's hunger

Hunger is the might
The fire of Prometheus and his light
Was the hunger or desire to blind Zeus
To hold him in prison for his art
And then show him what he does with this light

Hunger is the soul
The soul of everything and everyone bold
And when the wolves move in hunger
They howl
The carnivore's urge to rip the soul into a place
Where she waits, the prey of the prey

Hunger is love
Ask someone
Eden moves to the beat of the body
Grooves in addiction to rocking flash
Like a wave meeting the rock, she dreamt

Hunger is crime
Crime against the best poets and writers
For them, it's just words and ink to dry
But it drives them to mountains of desire
And rob words from the loosely held cry

Hunger is icy
Colder than empathy and sharper than pain
When a monster looks for his next prey
He wishes to find the company of blood-red
Innocence she murdered in vain

Hunger is human
For it is human it must be beautiful
The mother feeds her baby by her breast
And when the babe falls asleep to rest
She gently runs her hand through her chest

picture that
**** the king, **** the words
it's only your hunger in might

The empty glitters that rise in doubt
Without the blue of scraping through
The art of kindness in their mind,if any
Was flaunt of being so close to beauty

High on highness that tempts the blee
Toxicity and then closed sealed remorse
Nerves that raise the cliché state,if any
Were far-fetched in the very best of least

Harsh of tolerance and reluctant of interest
Still these glitters rise in doubt to be
Something close to wonder,if any
Were left that we didn't doom instantly

The winds are so icy
Texture are of dusty fences and
There is a tree so large
Facing some windows and agony
They scream while he plays in his head
The thing they ought to say to survive
Then closes his weary stark eyes and holds his breath for the pause longs to its ugly peak
Then he's walking past the headlights
Wind messing with his hair
And this he sees
A window about the very tree with moonlight
Lit like Prometheus' fire or a very happy dream
But striking nothing but a knife on a kitchen counter
He moves through a medow and past the windy symphony
He witnessed the knife cutting itself to match the sight of the tree
He's on his way to ask for help
But he's too stupid and prideful
Just like his father before him
He hates him the most and still isn't free

Standing on a starting line without anyone left to explain this
This cypher written from top to bottom in a tongue I don't speak
Or feel compulsion to study, still written well in meaning
I heard this quote, it stuck me under my sleep
Like honey dripping over a bee's dead body
"I know how to be perfect but there's comfort in my panic"
I felt it slipping under my skin, a touch
To tell me it's okay to be not okay
To just run from coast to coast
Looking for yourself in everything

The shape slides off in every second
The haste shift of my mood with odd friend
Tired of the sunshine sinking on a sullen breath
Please let me touch you in relevance

Consider me
What is the point in believing that soil is falling?
When the earth flirts with my sins and innocence unleashes, unhinges
And then consider me
For i will kiss you properly
Then consider me
For then i will hold you properly

Swans floating with tears dripping
Springs in far distinct veiled galaxies
For it is dark not because i want it to be
Because no kindness is ever lurked with quiet and gentle symphony

Consider me
What is the point in burning pile of pride?
When the water mocks the wood and names it unredeemable and crude
And then consider me
For i will love you properly
And then consider me
For i will feel you properly

Paradigm i would hold you properly and gently
The tale would hate her page and beg us to be born free
Plead the same we wish our results might be
But oh lover, i could feel the burning breeze
But oh lover, i could feel the willow disintegrating

Wish you'd stick around
Wish the end of all that ends
Wish this start of spring implodes in love
Wish the prices of groceries go down
Wish you'd like me now
Wish the past doesn't have a bomb on its neck
Wish I'd stop worrying and daydreaming
Wish the world could see me
Wish I could not unsee destiny
Wish I could marginalize fantasy from reality
Wish I could control condensing droplets under my eyelids
Wish the happy sorrow and laughing about it
Wish the definition of tensor was simple
Wish the matrix was not so difficult and it had symmetry
Wish you'd stick around
Wish the end of all that ends

Come in here crazy child
Be deteriorated piece of chocolate dipped in the sand
Asking which one's rogue to else?
Taxi holding on beside the smoke
Ladder the bar, the hazel goodness, patterns  
"Jump through the red light right here, stop stop"
She wouldn't look away, the wall
Whole night
Then a momentary pause to another parallel realm
Reborn as cancer spreading throughout the satanic youth
You martyr, you are caught between headlights
You stranger, you are nothing but a face of the past
You pretty child, you are a raven painted pink

The winter is long and dark as the moon stares down the earth
He glides over clouds to peak at the gods heart but it was black and burned,  
He sensed the way to reach glory along with flowers and gingerwine
But troubled with the heart of gods, his tongue was nervous as words might slip and yeild his hidden sin
The lonesome moon met my gods and prayed to their souls but senses were not dead for the eye
They said" it was heavy"

The bridge overheard the demon talk
Turned rogue and ****** at shiny dawn
Closed it's golden gates with a mystical node
Fell right through the waters too quick on overdrawn

The fire turned the cellar door to ash
Then was obscured by angel on his track
Asked them if the faith of light is back?
The angel laughed, then the flame turned to sand

The car was moving in restraint
The fuel was running quick frame by frame
The passengers were breathless and shrill
For drunk thanatos was on their trail

Then passion bled a little unwanted hope
The moonlight struck her shadowy howl
The wolves were losing all control
The lonely knife melted by her haunting call

The lady who bought heaven and gold
Was looking down to our weary hold
She lustfully denied the wall of stone
To drink and ***** away our worthless blood

The peak who loved the loud echoes
Was calm and tall and death and foe
His was the hold of unbeatable dogs
That were controlled by smirky fox

Then he died of silence, the lady ordered it
The moon was suspicious of the car which was crashed
The sand turned to glass to mirror the bridge and his splash
The lonely knife closed the drapes to offer the final slash
Love.

There was one day
I still remember it to the end
You were looking out the window
Comprehending how much effort you put
How little you get while everyone else is stuck on their screens
I heard everything
Then I heard priest spoke some hymns
Down the river from the hills flowing through the prison corridor
Then it all fell like glass and broke
Woven in the clouds still hindering in naive sunlight
It's all right, "be like the love which discovered the sin"
Or amongst the rebel and stone, lemongrass and ginger in free breeze
A polaroid joke about laughter captured, hung before everything
Dreams made us feel, rest is an act
I witnessed snapping out

To the tree that rest on its history
Will have its blood wasted
No good can happen to things with their horcrux not visible to perceive
She the young that could only give me gains and symphony of life I believe
But it was a boring woman, unbearable but a goblet of my mysteries
No wonder I saw the goblet burning with flames and no word but sounds of injustice she screamed
I saw the tree black and wounded so thought I of the lady
I asked the dying soul"what happens to your shed once blacked out"

She with no feeling to despair said"you shall be obsessed with the
idea for a fornite but no justice will we receive"

The dark laughs to the forest of tomb
But it wasn't her faith but doom
The chapter turned no fear of death to her existence
But the gigles and talk of the people wasn't farfetched and close enough to **** her

The last of the folded star's light
Dines with a knife in someone's kitchen, once
The silver glow blinds nobody else but the silverware
She waits all too much for that night, that glow
She can't wait and travels east of east in all sums
On the train she finds kites and ribbons hung to cupid, the voice
Who asks "what ere sunrise does not look liberating to your misery?"
The knife doesn't matter to them, the sharpness hollows
Deepens the whisper among the sooth
Makes shifts to riches of cupid and his whispering winds
She leaves for east
Too long she longed east
Nothing felt, nothing sung, nothing bled, nothing called
At the edge of the world she says
"Call out your name love, it won't be long"

The walls they are standing still
Unusual traffic bestowed upon my heart
I need to catch my breathe before i lose it
Again and again i don't look for realism
Just a fantasy where my frowns are not met with screen faces and laughter that creeps
A fantasy where i become perfect and I'm loved by you as much as you want to love me. Just heard my father say something mean and i left the room mumbling words i personaly kept to support my weight
Am i going to be something big or a candle burnt in heavy winds? Am i to **** myself or just to live for your sake in agony? Am i to be a kick in the eye or in the dark where only you see me?
What if it happens to me on a different day and bridges collapse as sun starts to fade, birds scared, scattered and windows drawn to the waist. It's a village which quiet houses and a rusty swing, a seesaw which ducks painted in red there's a wire with clothes too many for drying staked in form of desperation like someone as sad as ellie wants me to say "come on you stupid *****"
But the bridge was down and so was i, in the end the village was shifting up my horizon like my god wished some time to laugh and say "haven't laughed this hard for so long better stop now before I start crying"
Love

Driving so keenly,
glancing at the back
Oh I see you comfortable there,
unlike my past

On the road of the town,
gently unspoken
Raging against my luck,
but celebrating for this win

Remorse of this shyness,
dreamt inside so pretty
I can't hold you down easy,
my arms are already heavy

On this light so bright,
I count the glitters that fit
Because my own is not sure,
if she buys it

I'm thinking too much
Too much too late
The stars fall from the wedge by the hook of Orion
While everyone's singing 'death to cry'
And Apollo judging from distance
One single tread of silver around us
While the world worships the apathy
We turn incubus and werewolves
And the water turns rogue and dry
The strings of Orpheus' harp loosen
The hungry acolytes consumes us
The dark wins over the silver string
And we use magic and bravery to push hell
But Hades himself pulls us into a cradle for sleep
Then it's morning again

a tale of the broken man
passing undecided
he said it was under plan
but turns out he was blinded
oh the sun is setting down
and the land is growing dark
"do I just sit and frown"
and leave it to lonely mark
a tale of the broken man
like a bottle in the sea
a gambler and his greed
boiling to thoughts of flee
oh the moon is shooting light
and the land is cold and dark
will he sulk all night, tonight?
or will he defend his lonely mark'
his lonely mark

David Gilmour's guitar
Sylvia's pen
Houdini's hat
Feymann's bongos
Elliott's beanie
Cobain's *******
Karpov's mind
Hozier's hair
Tolkien's genius
Bragg's youth
Greenwood's innocence
Dostoevsky's demon's nihilism
Napolean's Europe
Myself maybe.

A fine old village with a family but no answer to a phase
The abuse is the only refinement her endeavors could ever dream
A radical thing about her heart  was doomed with a shadow without a glance
I loved the sense of her feel that I never touched completely
A love that wasn't full of clouds or breeze that I adore
But struggle of the pain crawled to very eye of me
Telling me to never stop loving her
Here I rest, a poet romanticizing a single word she quoted
"No...."(with no desire, dulori)

The people chatter about my soul but couldn't see me dead
I had currency without having a single blood drop by my armor
The thickness of my blood was Humorous for very soil where my grave lied
My heart was stuck  by this symphony named  Dulori
But no love I could recall her senses or tongue could  let loose
A woman who made me bled because she thinks I slayed her

Little she floats, a sphere of life
Brakes every day, reforms every night
Soft as cotton candy on mid-summer rain
Stern, as she throws her arms and invades

Jane, you are sweet and kind
You melt steel and wood with your eyes
O, Jane, you are sweet and evergreen
But sometimes we get dirt to ought to get clean
But sometimes we are blind beneath beauty

Weigh a thought, she loves more freely
She is addicted to all the wrong girls, extremely
It's hard to get off that phone and face
The ugly forest of her posture and it's place

Jane, you are mean and rude
You crave the empty and then lie crude
O, Jane, you are depressed to the brim
But sometimes we leave blood behind
To throw our anger out and quit being blind

Jane, O, Jane, the world longs for empty dwell
We ought to seek others, don't be shy
I think you will be happier if you forgive yourself
And stop hurting the world whenever you try

a paradigm unhinged from borderline
of seeing, believing in faith, paranoid
the shaking madness I heard
was coriolis of the wind, or just birds
heavier each second, stupider each moment
I see the world as it was when it formed
a violently erupting volcano, with the pleasures, drown in
superimpose a feel of summer with the dread of cold
and you feel at home
staying awake till the death of the owl
the bloodshot eyes are feeling less painful
in essence, fell to the madness of my paranoia
paranoid and without sleep, a combo for the screen

In from the edge of a maze
I fall to every stone hardened in shine
Feeling surrounded, clouded by craze
A clad of them good, yet I fall into the same place
In that light that hawken the unreal ground
Feels distant from where you are about
You felt like a dream, inside my house
But maybe again I slept in the wrong place

Ellie asked for candy and coffee and told me about his new lyric
"They see me smiling,they think it's a frown
Turned upside down"
We laughed it away