The delicate mystery answered like a memory
part of the scenery, i bring no purposeful injury
discovery of a unity with such a simplicity
recovery of senses lost through our history

we are all only part land, part sea
every tiny particle is part of our key
every little mouse, every giant tree
I am part of you, and you are part of me

a cultural discovery of uncovered humanity
actively prolonging the agony of mankind's vanity
what is really living passively or living savagely?
simple serenity destroyed by our brutality

I'm not one to wear sweatpants in public.
It's not like I shame others for wearing them,
Or that I don't enjoy the comfort of that fuzzy inside part,
It's just there's something ****** enough inside of me that prevents me from exposing this level of comfort outside the safety of my home.

So if you ever see me in sweatpants,
Assume that all hell broke loose and that something went terribly wrong.

If I look mad:
Run.
Don't even consider stopping.
run
I bite.

If I look like I haven't slept,
Well you're probably right,
I probably haven't.

And if I appear to be sad and/or (probably) crying,
Don't talk. Just be there and listen to me complain.
And if you're having a 'sweatpants day,'
I'll be there for you as well.

A week from today I have a job interview
I get anxiety when having an interview
If I am not sure what to say I tend to just spew out a random answer
I worry about what to wear
I get scared when there is uncomfortable silence and fear the worst
My hands sweat and my mouth is dry
If I don't get the job I feel I might cry
I just hope that I don't make to many mistakes
I guess I will try my best and try to focus on my strengths

Marching off to the abyss with a fallen face
to be gone forever and lost without a trace
filled with discontent felt for losing the race
tired, legs are dead, can't keep up the pace

coffins inside of a coffin, a horrendous fate
suffering, sentenced to dying at a slow rate
too proud to end the suffering, so they wait
like broken and lost angels standing at the gate

dragging feet heard through the grapevines
sifting through the same obsolete lines
sitting on top of their own last human signs
not even moving as their hope declines

The darkness swallows me,
There is no air for me to breathe.
Walking...
Wandering...
Now I'm lost,
Playing in the gorgeous dark
Now my demons want to play.
So wrap me up,
Just hold me tight...
Save me from this beautiful night.