terribly impatient,
waiting to conquer the world,
always wanting something better,
stopping to admire,
the world burning in flames,
which path do I follow,
who will I be today,
getting lost in the night sky,
remembering I have you,
throughout this point of havoc,
this next step of life,
before you make the leap,
the leap to the other side,
the side of reality,
that you have yet to achieve,
designed to survive,
eyes open,
day dreaming,

Go.

My soul is weary and
My mask has faded

Parasitic infection, brain overtaken.
When the soul dies, I’ll fully awaken.
Constant conflict, the machine rejects me.
Chemical warfare declared, the mind is not free.
Machines can be rewired to suit the pilot,
Though the changeover can be quite violent.

Trapped within my own head,
The voices within want me dead.
I am infected, weakened and constantly irate.
Barely stable within the chaos that is my mental state.
Anxiety and disconnection from my own existence.
Reality is blurred, I am losing resistance.

Why am I the one, who myself I must fight?
Losing track who am I, am I human or parasite?

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For he liked her,
And she he;
But it had to end.
They both were in love
With melancholy.

we see the gold’s of a shimmering
sun fall on the horizon, the last of
day, leaving trails of hummingbirds.

the sky begins to mourn the last
of light, scattering breeze-like
in a cloud of dark ink.

the moon pours pearls into cloud
widens her eyes; the dark gathers
the pearls, softening like dream.

thick honeysuckle traces the
walls, the immense night
sings of love in a gentle voice

and as the tide sweeps clean the
wandering sands, beautiful and
infinite the last star falls.