today I sought a frequent why
fore i would rather sleep then die
but given choice, i'd magnify
the fotitudes that lay hereby

these words are merely present ghosts
extensions of this wholesome host
who never found their great almost
the ghouls in which i've been engrossed

with solitude the dark divides
a dawn away from my demise
this sight is not for somber eyes
a thought that brings a sense of prize

I've typed again a wretched fleet
based upon a dire deciet
but history will soon repeat
forcing me to press delete

This is creation
i have lost all hope in gravity
hanging here from the bottom of the world
on a million miles of dental floss
i have simply lost
struggling to fight at any cost
I am a toast
to a sober night
the inducer of plight

i can't write anymore
this is not me
it is the last fiber in my existent being
I no longer exist
I'm at the end of my whits
the beginning of vast nothing

if i were dying
if life was ending
if death were pending
when lifes pretending
if life were leaving
if death was pending
if life were depleting
I'd have no room for sorrow
I'd have no need for needing

My water’s luminosity…
whisky and sage.
We breed to feed other fishies,
but I’m on stage.
Performing for some human’s selfish garrison.
This disregard is quite humane in comparison.

The cat, your companion,
He claws at me constantly.
I epitomize a pet.
I am merely your captive;
Only aesthetically attractive.
I long to be the social hippie of the sea,
but this isolation is drowning me.
One day you’ll find me ambivalently
sinking at the top of my bowl,
and you will flush me down yours like the rest of your useless ****

Remorse can rectify the rose
From all it's evil deeds
fore it has stuck a knife to those
who thrive in subtlety

For us with no one to receive
the symbol we despise
a withered stem would sure portray
our intimate demise

Remorse can rectify the rose
From all it's devilish deeds
fore it has thrown a knife to those
who thrive in subtlety

For us with no one to receive
the symbol we despise
a withered stem would sure portray
our intimate demise

belittled by the brittle vine
We'd join in brotherhood
to justify the humble pain
that no one understood

That ******* phone call was like a 4 hour run through a storm
It will be intertwined with my demeanor for the remainder of this illustrious day
And each thread I wear is visibly stained
For the rest of this ****** day
You can see it on my hair dripping with angst
No one will speak to me, because I have so visibly been soaked already

For Rent:
                All the empty times that I lament
To Trade:
                 a healthy heart that looks more like a *****
For Sale:
                Everything that helped me to prevail
Looking For:
                       Anything I did not have before

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Goods are liable to be damaged in ever way, shape, and form.

What is the burn?
I know it's there
like a child playing hot lava
on a floor with no white spaces

it fulfills all of my good graces
leaving me with a bullish bitterness
i thrive on this

its a feeling that no one could ever miss
yet i long for as i cling to the molten floor
it dismisses me as if i pretend to exist

its carefully curated within my lackluster structure
I am merely a byproduct of the painfully chilling burn
maybe i've grown cold, and its the burn of dry ice on my bare skin
maybe, it's within

I can take no action until i decide whether or not its fire or glacier
fore one wrong more will either cause me to melt or incinerate

but like i said, i've grown accustom and attached to the burning sensation
sometimes I have a drink with it and we cope through the inebriation
but at the end of the day, I sleep soundly on my smoldered sheets

thats the issue
I don't mind it anymore
i need to stay awake
I need to live

To the ledge, I pledge everything
I see and breathe
autonomy is cold
I bundle up

theres an edge thats confronting me
with apathy
and nowhere else to go
guess i'm the end

theres a world resting under me
I've only seen
enough to gander up
in search of higher ground

someday soon it will crumble
and in the rubble
there will rest a better place
a stronger face

where is there
it clearly isn't here
so I guess it could be anywhere
that i am not
i cling to those words
strung together
tethered like rope
you gave me love
you gave me hope
so where the **** are you
its been almost a week

It must be melancholy, meaning the world
to somebody, who means nothing
to the world

being mere acquaintances
with a musician
or perhaps a movie star
must be much more fullfilling

shaking hands with a king
now that could probably equate
to more then my
Indefinitely inconsistent friendship

i long to give you a better man

so should you chose a seat
next to a man who competes
i won't hate you
I will only drown

in the love that i have for you
it is all the love i have ever known
it is all the love, that there is
it is my entirety
I live in your world