Smile,

You're on tell-a-vision.

She said to me,
Whenever you get high
You often get real quiet
I said, that’s because i’m alive
To whatever’s happening
Here inside my mind
And it feels as if
Death is a warm blanket
And I never know
When or if, I will
Ever wake up again

We are always just one word apart,
but we can never get any closer
to each other, than our hearts.

The visionless depths
Of angstful arrogance
Serving false narratives
And depolarising our axons

A mechanically minded mechanism of ****** disrespect lacking a multifaceted depth of meaning and subtle awareness of the infinite complexity of living organisms.

Love is a poem that always hurts,
But mostly when you need it.

Your love is like a poem,
Cause it hurts whenever,
You try to speak to me.