Oceans have been born from the tears I have cried.


Life is an endless suicide.
Every day is a razor blade.
Oceans have been born from the tears I have cried.
I have nothing worth saying.


Nobody is worthy of my worthless love.
All things are above me;
I am your bug.
Squash me underfoot without a second to thought.
A liar is sought to take me to the sword.


Life is an egg-timer-paper-canvas.
Paint my reality.
Use only black ink to capture the essence of me.
No colours of light to be seen in this dystopia.
Futureless backdrop of eternity.


I coulda, I woulda, I shudder told ya,
That reality *****,
Like an endless vacuum cleaner of the space in-between,
Dreams and meanings.
When speaking of dreaming,
Never forget to tell all,
For the elapses we leave sheathed are the truth.
Let it be seen.
Do not hide beneath leaves,
Awaiting the spring of hopeful youth,
To wake you from your disparity.
Positively never, nothing but negativity.


Daylight is past,
We are tomorrow.
A day to mourn the loss of sorrow.
A day so hollow it cannot be followed,
For it is not worth discussing;
Things do not need sussing,
Or to be succinct;
I am out of ink.


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