we keep waiting for
the music
to start
and the doves to
magically
fly in

but what if
the music never
starts
and the birds
never appear

shouldn’t we
just dance
anyways

a loud voice is
silenced
by a million voices

regardless of
right or
wrong

I wanna Play this trumpet

louder than you

quicker thank monkeys

flinging their poo

daylight, nighttime

anywhere at all

****** up **** ups drop and crawl

for me

to blow my horn

like you blow ****

brass, ***, grass

and **** that’s sick

drunk off beer

and question marks

evil smirks

in trailer parks

cigarettes

and jacking off

hitting bongs

until I cough

choke

i spoke

too quick

again,

***, brass, and **** that’s sick

This
This is the day
This is the day you cry
The day you cry the hardest

But these
These are the days
These are the days you loved
The days you loved the most

I went from liking things to just clicking like on things.

I merged my reality to my online identity, but something was lost, not just in the translation, but inside of me.

Technology.

I can still be nice, even as i slice your neck.

What you lack in manners, you will earn in my respect, as all those pretty pink bubbles come bubbling out of your neck.

Nicety.

Slicing the grumpies with said mutual respect, instead somethings are better left unsaid through the smiling cleft in your neck.

Don't be nervous just yet, as the shivers nurture the onset of your ejection to Set.

Elect a breath, to let go of the mess you made, and stow the experiences of this place in your wake.

Just go the **** away.

Sang alot of songs by now

All alone
All alone

Who would know
Who could know

Right now
Right now

Seems like forever ago

Songs of loss
Songs of giving in

A song for the lost
Its cheeky again

Looping through
From me to you

It plays all over again

Sang alot of songs by now