don't come into my world
and demand a democracy.
I'm done with the lies
and the ******* idiocracy.
tell me I'm weak..
cause your pea brain cant seem to wrap around the word peace?
harmony?
what about love?
for **** sakes, this isn't what the world was meant to be.

you can only walk so many miles,
until the miles you were walkin' for,
no longer add up.
the destination you were searchin' for already sprung up.
step back,
take a look,
kickback and unhook.
the miles are done,
your feet are tired.
now unwire,
and inspire all that you desired.

I am the fire that resides, the flame that burns into the deep. the spark that ignite unto that of what will not keep lit

it can be your brightest day,
or your darkest hour
you never really can tell.
wake up happy
just to wake up in hell.
morning breeze, swaying of the trees
one bad glimpse and youre falling on your knees
fallen so many times, theres no one left to pick you up.
your family isnt aware that youre still a complete **** up.
plastered a fake smile so they never know whats up.
how do you cope?
well you've got lines and a rope,
no ones seen you happier then when your nose is full of dope.
maybe he'll believe you when he sees your neck tied pretty.
atleast theres no blood,
he'd think that were just petty.

i thought of you tonight,
tears streaming down my face,
trailing down my neck; leaving that unsatisfying stickiness. Not like i dont every minute, of every day.
But i hadnt cried all year, it started with one tear, that started the many, just from a memory. I guess old habits never fade, snorting away the gloominess of was, or what could be. dreaming of tomorrow but trying to figure out who you use to be. its also the first time I've wrote, since you left earth that day. it feels good. to feel the pain and the sorrow i've veen pushing down for what feels like decades.
the suffering ive been hiding,
and endless facades.
i miss you,
but you already know that.

Envision a fantasy you once made up, concepualize the picture,
Then tear it up.
Endurance is the syrup,
Forbearance fills the cup.
If pillgrims didnt vitiate,
No one could hold up.
Patience is virtue,
From grit to- *****.
Without intestinal fortitude,
Who'd bring the funk?
Ardency is merited, virtuous, and lawful.
But we villify malignity,
For its salacious desire.