there's something so selfish
in the way we try to monopolize and
control each other
the human existence is paradoxical
all our efforts slowly unravel
like cloth caught on sharp edges we
snag onto something
and never let go
I love you
don't you dare ignore me
I need the attention
pretend I'll never be alone
this is forever because
I said so
let's build a future together
and destroy everything
in our way
because all that matters is that
we're happy
who cares what anybody else says
you only need me
and these bed sheets
give up and surrender
to that fleeting ecstasy we encounter
together we can feel
as if we can accomplish anything
and be content
with only each other
because that's love to us

I can't sleep because I matter so little

our egocentric presentism
colliding confidence and anxiety
faking our ability to be heartless,
godlike
hoping one day our masks will
glue to our face
who are we?
what a simple question,
anything and everything that ever existed
trapped in bodies with brains
that can't even understand its limits
let's act like we are all the cosmos
until we feel it's real
facts are facts
truth is truth
but i'm realizing
i've only scratched the surface on what
it means to be "you"

I couldn't let him always have the last word
Watching as people died and killed in the name of his holy Lord
Who cares what happens to those humans?
But I couldn't let it go
I broke away from his pasture
Covered myself in ash
Was discarded out of the Holy Land
And became my own God
Being the black sheep casted away from Heaven
I learned what it truly was to be broken
Building myself up to put a stop to these
Commandments and scriptures set in stone
I overestimated the humans
They ran amuck with every power I lent
Turning my idea of love into lust,
Enjoyment into gluttony and greed,
Sloth, pride, envy
Everything I tried turned into another
Deadly sin
Now my name is said in destruction
Evil is a synonym to my existence
I guess I don't mind as long as things aren't mundane
Isn't this what I wanted?
Always a figure to blame,
These humans have taught me to not trust,
Have hope in anybody,
And how to go insane

Four parts, woven together
Uniting all universal truths
What others do with it's powers
Only the future will prove

The *first strand displays the world's true nature
Destroying everything it creates
We become unwanted children
Who have learned to incorporate
Killing in our communities
Biting, grinding flesh and bone
Swallowing with guilt free demeanors
Only leaving foul-stenched excretions as evidence

Second Strand speaks of our basic biological anxiety
To deny the terror of death
Imperatively born, emerging from nothing
Given a name and consciousness
Hopelessly abandoned from the beginning
Only to be fated always with everlasting death

Strand three
We hide underneath the
"Vital lie of the character"
Pretend to be shining knights in armor
Who will make us forget our
Unconscious anxiousness of death
We all work to attain prestige, money, and the
Fleeting feel of immortality
Worshiping Gods with clay feet
And when our beliefs are attacked
"Holy wars" becomes the pseudonym for
Our immortality projects

The last strand
All the efforts we put into
Making this Earth perfect
By eliminating scapegoat "enemies" and "evil" deities
We end up making everything filthy
In the effort to make everything right and pure
We turn the Earth's soil black and color the sky red
We strived for utopias, making dystopians
All these actions seem unconscious
But it is not the animals nature or
Evolutionary process
It's just us trying to pretend
We don't have perishable bodies;
Trying to deny death