And like that my voice has been stolen away Anxiety barricades like invisible steel walls Trapped, I’m left banging with clenched fists A prisoner within my own head My brain a chemically imbalanced warden My mind in solitary confinement
Come watch me eat ḋ̸̻̺̗͙̤͕̦͂̄̓̽̊̋͗i̴̡̛̙̯̗̠͇͉̼̲̻̅̊̃̍̆͞r̸͚̼̣͔̜̟̬̰͂̽̆̿̏͋̓̕͟͡͞t̄̍̈̃̆͗̕͘ by the mouthful at the swing set. Come see me scream till your ears b̨̩̫͕̘̊͊̉̾͛̍́̀͞l̤̺̫̰̘͎͉̓̅̌͐̀͜͢ͅe̡̙͚̟̯͙͕̖̾͌̽͐̀͊̓̌̒͜ḝ̰̙̱̯̻̘̬̥̈́͗̌̀͞͞d̨̡̟̪̟̗̼͍͓̓́̈̍̊̇̿͋̅͢͞ as I slide down the biggest slides. Enjoy my one man play reenacting the Silence of the Lambs! (Your ķ͖̠͙̫̗̣͒̊͆̾̎̽̃̈͘ǐ̷̧̛͍̦̟̜͙̥͎̔̄̽̾͢d̡̡̮̗̜̻̱̮̼̊͒̈́̓̔̊̊͒͌͜s̴̤͉̲̜̖̻̈̆̓͗̾̓̅͢ will love that one)
Stand and applaud as I attempt dangerouse ş̵͇̲̗͒͋͐̅̚͝ͅt̸̨͙̣̰̬̩̱̥̝͒̓̀̓̏̏̓͘͠ų̷̢̨̥͓͕̉́͑̿̕͢͝ņ̸͓̱͚͈̭̣̬̘̀͑͗͊̆ͅt̶̨͇̝̻͍͉̼̎̓͟͠͝͠s̴̡̧̗̹̰̩̘͇̤̈́̽͛̊͐͟ off the jungle gym that I have only seen In Hollywood movies!
Watch me . p̝̞̖̳̪̮̫͙̅̋̉̄͐͆̔̆̔̿ę̺͔̘̭̺̲̫̐̅̀̿̓͢͟ẽ̷̗͔͍̬͔͗̇͊͛̽̓͘͜͜ļ̟̬͎̗͙̫͎̇̔̂͗̓́͟͠͡͝ off my s̷̫̰̜̤̠̿̆̎͋̕͟͜͠k̴̢͔͔̳̬̻͗͑̀̌͂͐̔͑̊ͅi̷͓͖͉͚͚̠̝̙̝͌͊̄̀̏͊̑͝͡ͅņ̭̻͙̩̜̇̽̈́͋̄̔͡, and use my wet muscles as lubricant to make the roundabout go faster!
Watch me dunk your neighbors dogs s̴̢̨̘͎͉̪̪̦͚̄͋̃͛̊̆̀̓͘̕ȩ̧͎͈̀̀͒͋́̐͟͠v̸̦͚̠͕̏̂̎̔̀̊͆͢͝͞e̡̳̠̺̠̟͇͂͛͗͋̍͑͢ŗ̢̦͎̮͉͕͍̊̐̓̂͛̽̒̄͒͗e̗̩͚͖̫͋̄͟͡͠͞ḍ̴̢̲͔͖̣̪̾͌͗̀̒̄̄͞ head in the basketball hoop! For the f̫̺̰̜̘̺̩̳̝̖̒̊̃͒̀̇͐̓͡ṵ̸̩͙̼̮͓̦͋̓͆̈̕͟͠ǹ̻̰̣̼͙̰̀͐̎͛̀̈́͞ of it!
Have you ever seen a rat with no f̵̢̣̘̦̱͚̟̟̱̀̏́͐́̍̄̚i̵̢̢͎̺̘͚̿͒̐̈́̀̓̌̚n̛͙̟̦̟͕̩͒̌̍͑g̢̰͕̤̝͑̏̅̆̕e̸̡̢͈̥͓͉͐̊̋͑̀r̛̩͔̻̩̮̱͆̒̽͆͋̚ṡ̸̛̛͎͕̯̳̻͙̏͘͝?
Would you l̨̛̦̟͎͇̲̼̦̱̠̓̀́̇̏̀į̧͎̭̫͓̮̫̮̌͆̎̐̀̽̎͌̚k̴̭̼̥̱͖̃̽̎͒͋̅́͠e̹̟͖̩̱̰̬̯͆͑̅̅͌͗̀̀͟͠ to?!
An account of life A breathe of air An ounce of care Inevitably to live The plants grow The water flows As the wind slows There is life everywhere Flying and swimming Crying and grinning Crawling on my hand Unending cycle With touch it tickles Surrounding filled infinites Tinier than tiny I am killing them all slowly As I live.
What is buried so deep inside A memory so entwined many lines and differing angles The same frame can be seen Differently with different lenses Different outcome for every scene Can alter all the things And I would not remain as the person I am
It is unknown that gets me of this A veil, a world beyond exists Life and reel both Shows the stills of the worst But no more Could mean way more In ways no one will understand About what this is
A relief to all unending pain A permanent erase to all thoughts in brain harsh reality to those still living The real problem is in breathing Liberation and freedom Aren't for the living Part of brave around The chances are faint.
A forever is a promise Not to believe in Wonder to eyes All good lies Simple truth Is too good for us Not edible enough God don't need us.
Not here not there Only best get vacancy Heaven is housefull Seven hells down The burns and fiery thirst don't stop Ignition on You were bad When you had the chance.
The more we know, the less we say All the spoken words have its consequences The more is told in silences
The words omitted but heard clearly What we listen, the words crafted carefully They deceive the ears that surrounds
Every other agenda works on What favours whose manipulation The smile contains no smile The efforts put to take another mile Snooping and buttering on sides Friends and foe, no one decides Act so nice, what is inside no one knows till the very end
Dress so good, please all eyes Give help when it is noticed Out of sight then eyes vanished Deceptive tricks up the sleeve It matters not whom we believe
All playing game with roll of dice Keeping friends close, enemies closer.
in the winters, the marble floors they feel cold my bare feet they are frozen i cannot move they are stuck.
in these twenties, the only warmth fabric of cardigan I pull these sleeves till seems cover my fingers touch the knitted threads to feel beyond the numbness of my palm.
the cool sensation touching my face the melancholic air disturbing my stare tree without leaves the somber look the bone chilling stare back from a girl sitting on the marble floor by the mirror looking dead.
We fought nature and lost time and time again What it was the year of flash floods and heavy rains cyclones with many names the earth shaking, my feet on the cracks, was that fire still burning, the forest all gone the animals lost in it oh it could not be any worse but there comes the locusts volcano turning up out of blue brimming up, the storm is coming, it is inevitable where to escape, the disasters striking every corner which direction to follow, Towards the sky I look for help, I try To search for you hidden behind all the dark clouds.
I breathe a sign I take to assume that I still live among so many monsters hiding in plain sight. So well mixed with the society It is time for sheep to dorn Wolf's clothing To feel one with the crowd.