All motivation stands on baseless fantasy to escape the thought that death is a better choice. Such a potent option has to be snuffed, it's a distraction from these goals that blow around in the air like brownian fluff.
All because we can't tell how fast we're losing time if we're sitting on where we are. There's a rift and it drives us apart.
People rush to negate you when you let these thoughts traipse through undiluted with diplomatic fear.
But they follow.
Wherever you are, near the base of your conscience.
Your constant companion and source of compassion.
I just can't seem to swallow anymore time.

Turned to signal lights towards an elusive mindset
Wanting to **** a tempest for a miles jog down godlike rain. Antagonizing no one just a prolapse of all other values simultaneously fighting modernity alighted.

Blank page my *******
Sweet, sweet souls they become,
Once I've taken the pills I'm making.
Sickly, Sickly slashes their neutral tones become,
after a week of withdrawal.
I spent two timeless years trying to escape the failure;
A spotlight drawn pet's legs will drag to me,
One gasp in my direction,
I'm back on the chain in their yard.
Commit myself to the hidden dreams group
And break the last yarn I've left out,
for some love's curious hands.
Some spin must exist to replace it.
Some transference of cold energy placed in my widening gap.
Maybe it'll come with time,
Maybe it won’t exist.
Save an obsessive grip on the pits of my mind.
Don't tell me you love me so much
when it's all just dust;
when I've got the nuts to crush it.
Please let me explain I don't mean what I say
I'm just in a fever dream and can't stop;
Don’t leave me I won't stay.
Peace is just a chemical
Don’t tell me to sway with the sun
like someone's earthen rope come undone.
Cause Pressure's building
the cold unseen majority is turning it's ancient head.
My life would be emptier again without your hallway light on
The warm glow when I unleash a freezing wind and you bear it like fire

Claustrophilia.
Sun and vista, shade and microcosm.
Raised as a pup on a field in view of the silty wilderness
between towers of eerie still-life
took the dream of being pulled there from some child civilization,
just out of earshot, for granted.
On the breach, still making out the patterns of nature in human skin.

Candy breath tastes like death
When it's all you've got anymore
To hide from cold iron faces.
Pitied love seems like stealing
When you're out of maladies
But you're still ******* on the traces.

So you find something smaller than you
To remove the context
Of what your feeders expect
You've stopped becoming *****
So you've got no potential to prove.

It's times like these that you find
That your life is on the line
But you don't seem to care.
A worm on the concrete has a bigger chance to survive
And you know by now that rain can't help
It just rolls off your shoulders.

Types types I hear listin' from your tongue
A shocking defined border
Bubbling like ecstatic vital juices
raining in a non-void of childhood fun

****

Fire truck on the freeway, traffic keeping up
Speeds off left in the unblinking evening musk
Smell of fish wafts,
sickening memories of love once common re-emerge

Stuck

Blaring a block behind
Bearing in I wrap my fingers on the wheel
it takes the corner behind me
the magnified planet up there in the evening cold leers and basks
over one cortisoluted fold

pictures of fake plants
and plastics cups with cheetohs inside.
Yells in a drawl
masking sardonic delight.
Captures something sullen inside me
and slips in under my blankets at night.

Wonders at charms left behind after parents paltry
insecurity of status held them in duress
to purchase it from momentary vendors
in, completely on the joke.

The joke, being the only source of escape.
Just happened to have a glorious *****
underneath in an isolated moment
of soothing promise
he gorges himself on a feast of slip dresses
and hairy knuckles wringing with their own precipitate.

Emptiness, used to live under my bed.
Now serves the safety in my
head.

Rosy dreams of means.
Justification after the fact
Rationalize your failures in a moral safety sack.
Fun's gone down while complacency goes up.
You failed to chase after it graced you.
You failed to keep your nose on the tail.
You failed to open up your life to a modern fairy tale.
You're suborned in to night, possessed by desperate hopes gnawing
at the wreckage. incited by the swelling flesh absorbing it all
like wildfire.