I fail to uncover who understands,
Who understands what I do, how I work.
I wrap my head around minds,
Work it so everything aligns,
Everything I do is so I can survive,
Survive my surroundings of knives,
Hoping on the way i'll change a couple of lives...

Swim though your sea of people as you dare,
I'll throw my bait and reel you in fast like your rare,
I'll beat in the fear and warning as you can't breathe,
Then throw you back in your stupid sea,
Develop scars on the inside that speak,
and leave you be.

Spill it into words,
as your air spills into your lungs
as your thoughts spill into your mind
as your meaning spills into your being

Delicate eyes never drying,
The inner most of me slowly dying,
Nerves shocking my mind,
My mind goes blind
Thoughts aligning
My soul unwinding

I lash your mind
With an invisible twine
Making you blind.
Unable to know me, unable to understand
I cover myself with disguise so bland
For now ill try to figure out who I am
Before I let you walk on my land

A heart's rush
A mind's cry
A sight gone blind.
Oh look at all the lush
Oh look at loved ones' lies.
Feel the loss of feeling.
And become the one with no life
No life to live, remember, learn.
No other life to love
Only to seek help from Above
Is there help
or are we stuck in a realm
where everything we see and think and hear and know and feel and become and love is only another thing that will sink into the true nothingness of everything.
Reminisce.

I
Aspire
To
Be
Introduced
To
Myself

Ensconced in solitude,
I ponder of what will unshackle,
Any matter of euphoria,
Left of me in the forthcoming

Within I feel as vacant,
As the endless skies filled with nothing
As I am endless once again.

The anima I hold behind my visible being,
Behind everything knowledgeable to anyone else,
Cries out and reaches for a saving from a falling,
A falling from grace.

I pause everything of me
'Till the chronology of me is truly present
*Yet I hope I don't start living yet

I show em how im so rare
I tell em how I dont care
It might seem as if there's no one i would spare
But the funny thing is,
The closest of mine have no clue
*Phew

There's really no way to reach me
I always show them as many sides i can show
so i can remain unknown
I control the thought of them thinking of me
so i can remain a mystery
I will never be me
I can just see through the sea,
Of people unable to be free

With my blind eyes I seek.
A reason why all I see from what I cannot see,
fills my cup of feelings with enormity
A being that guides me to peoples souls,
in order for me to feel the ones I had the inability to see.
Living in this cipher...
I seek my blind eyes.

Countless days of trying and failing and trying again and again and again and again
How can someone just throw something away so carelessly
Does anyone understand?
I wonder if anyone has pity that is of actuality anymore.

I wish for the ending to end already
Maybe a new beginning to begin.
But hey, that'l end too.

That's what living is for, it's to experience death, in limitless forms...
This is only a killing
To a life that's died more than a thousand times

Is it true, that only I can see from this perspective?
Is anyone out there, with enough commonality to see the dimension I see?
Is there any existence, congruent to mine?

It's fearful to think about,
I'm alone in my dimension

When it appears, you can't see it
It speaks, you can't hear it
It touches, you can't feel it
Yet if you look for it, you can find it
If you talk to it, it sometimes listens
If you touch it, it will be felt

It will not give Assurance
It will not give Actuality
Someone help,
Solve this mystery