There is no inspiration behind this,
I've seemed to lose myself once again on earth.
My nature has been corrupted by things made of metal,
Wiring my mind of the thoughts from the hierarchy.

Man brought up the earth and now the earth is bringing man down.
I was taught to think one way ever since I was able to think several ways.
It's been a system before you were in the system,
but it's all too late.
All we can do as humans is live and ignore the outside.

We separate each other on earth with different gods with the same beliefs.
We separate each other by the color of our skin.
We separate each other with the things that we own.
Humans seem to forget where they come from as more humans enter earth.
We are Humans,
We are a species.
We are separating from each other rather than growing together in our nature.

We drink the same water,
We breathe the same air.
I even share similar DNA with you,
so put the gun out my face.
I am your brother,
lets survive together.

It wasn't long until the trigger was pulled,
I guess we really don't have a chance.
Forget what you know and learn what is hiding from you,
if not then your frenzy family will eat you alive.

It seems you've replaced my shadow with yourself. You eat on what I ate on ignoring what's good for your health. I'm walking around these empty streets with a plan cause I can and you pace around these streets trying to act like a leech and mooch off anything with feet. You don't know your ethnicity so you take mine in hand. Yeah I'm Irish. I'm about to take an Irish **** on you, you pilot fish. Yeah I said it.  "Who am I? What do I do?" You make me sick man. What are you going to do: live for yourself or end up in a ******* fish can. There was always something fishy about you. You linger and you're always pointing fingers like you know what you're saying. You don't even know your own shoe size because you try to walk around like me. Try to talk around like me. Try to shock the town like me. But believe me I'm no **** eel. You reel what I reel because you aren't real yourself. Stop walking in my foot steps. Stop jumping on my back. All I want is my shadow back. ****.

So we met for the first time at least one hundred times now. What are we supposed to do; fall in love? You fell in my pool and I fell in your pool and we're drowning. Death due us part: exactly! You can never take this love home, baby. There is always way too many issues and way too many tissues that are involved. Loving you feels like ants crawling in my veins, taunting me with the sting. Loving you feels like sitting under a grey cloud, dry. Love between us is working but it's lurking to make a change that will never let us take it home and settle. What if we take it home and it works you ask.. Little task, we just love. One of us dies first, probably you cause I'm aware. Then I'm alone, no clone, and there is no love for me to share. I spent half my life loving one person so much that I risked everything and ignored everyone just to bring it home; now you're dead. Who do I have? Love is a selfish, little lust if you ask me. Good luck bringing your love home. Good luck being immortal, you'll need it.

That rusty needle to my skin always make me crack a grin but only for a moment. It pierces me like a fearless bee trying to find a way to survive. I know it's bad and it doesn't feel good, but it's the only thing I know. I'm so used to your shameless games and your nameless frame I forgot how to glow. You're my ironic drug dealer. You're a hypocritical ****** hero who is always so officious with your feel. I don't want to feel that's why I feel you cause you're numb. Your heart is made of shallow ruins while your mind is made of city streets. I try to run but I need the needle piercing deeply in my epidermis as I weep "call the pity police" but no one comes because there is no pity. You never drug me on purpose I stick the needle in myself, knowing I'm going to need better health. I'm choosing your satisfaction over my beating heart. One day this needle, this drug, this feel, it will all go away, and I will find more drugs to help me stay, alive.

You aren't part of nature. You breathe underwater when you get tired of flying. You start telling the truth when you get tired of lying, as you tell me I'm what you need. You're immortal, you enter portals to other worlds and you convince  me indirectly that there's no other girl, for me. Ill never understand you. You weren't born in this time. You're Ms. Sublime. I'm still waiting for my Ruuca. I guess I'm tired of that and tired of rap but when I need a candle you're my wax but you're also everything else. When it's hot, you snow, when it's dark, you glow. You're so superior. You're soft on the outside with a rough interior.  You're so out of reach to understand, I'm just a young man and my mind can stretch, but you take my mind and use it to play fetch. You make me think so hard my brain just pops as you pick up the pieces and **** my joy out of it  like a lollipop. You don't know why you're beautiful. Mystery is beautiful and painful and they're both for you.  God must have such bittersweet feelings toward you. I ask: "Ms. Sublime, I know you don't have much time but do you have any tissue?" She points up to the sky because that's where she flys when she has to cry and that's why it rained on valentines. That rain pours so heavily on my skin. She creates the rain then evaporates it. She doesn't sleep and she weeps for weeks then there is no elaboration. She takes Mother Nature and throws her into her own creation. She's blatant, and she almost kissed Satan but she was to hot for him to handle. She takes my heart and uses it as bait when she fishes from the moon as she catches things that she hates. Like normality, and fatality, and happiness, and my enjoyment. She doesn't live for anything she has no employment. And even though she can center all of the planets and turn the universe to dust, her favorite thing to do is take my silver mind and turn my brain cells into rust. She enjoys making me feel like I can't feel and every time she reels I imagine what her face looks like as I scream with more shock than an eel. I let her take me by the throat and I let her squeeze just enough to choke, and right before I take my last breathe, she tells me she loves me. And she hugs me. And she kisses my back and my shoulder, she flicks me so softly but it feels like a boulder. I ask her: "Ms. Sublime, you can do anything in the world. You can take any man by his ancestor treasure and make him feel like they're better than anyone who is alive. Why must you pick me to pick upon?" She replies by telling the cold truth when she gets tired of her heated lies. She replies by breathing under water when she no longer wants to fly.  She replies by not being a part of my nature, and telling me that I'm what she needs.