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Que 5d
I am here
And that baffles me
How much longer
Must i fake;
Must i lie like i
Love to love the love we love
Thats in love because love is a mask that never was.
I am what i am
And that baffles them
How much longer
Will i die inside
Writhing and screaming
Waiting for the world to be what it should be and end.
Like a pickup line to my sanity
Ill rip through the void;
Ill crack; burst apart eventually.
What fears ail me
So intangible yet enshrouding
Blinding me as i walk the coals
Of your speech and reverie
Is it your life im shamelessly
Crouching in the corner of?
Is it your soul im eating
Snake end to end
Unraveling and racing towards the beginning
Just to be at the end.
4.22.25
Que Mar 23
i wanna go to sleep
and never wake up
i want the world to stop,
to halt mid spin
and breathe me into the nothing,
the black abyss that awaits
deaths kiss, and id beg
to be released
to be let go of
break me so i can go home
**** whats left of my sanity
so i can check out
and never come back again.
Que Mar 18
you disrupt me
I'm feeling too much at once
I'm feral but only where you cant see
the line between what makes you
and what hates me
is too close
unsteady in the corners that shielded me
hoping they protect me
from what has always eaten away at me
I give too much
I feel in infinities
"Some infinities are bigger than..."
I wished and I prayed
but hope seems to lag
passive aggressively sailing on by
demanding I switch to live
urging that the way to combat
the will to give
is to take.
Que Mar 16
Veiled wounds in the mind
A tired soul cant use honey to catch the flies
Too many attempts, blood flows when she tries
A mirage of water in a desert;
The illusion of calm serenity
Parched and starving on your ideology
I sit wading in the dark, impatiently.
What darkness spills forth now
As the disillusionment wanes
What power in the emptiness
The numb causality of being callously tamed:

A caged animal will bite the hand that bleeds it.
Que Mar 16
Seem to only be alive
When I’m breathing
But the air is full of sadness
And I’m choking on your ego.
I wanna learn to forget
But my love language is words.
All I hear is how much you hate me
Or wish I were someone else
As if that’s supposed to endear me to you
Make me not want to crawl into myself
Make me wish turning the wheel wasn’t so easy
The letters I wrote, may they never be read
But I know there’s only rest for the dead.
Que Mar 16
seem to only be yours
When I’m quiet
When I’m following your non-existent lead
Down into the depths of oblivion.
No doubt you’ll lead me to my death
No doubt the flowers will spring where I wept.
Our causality;
A casualty ripped to the marrow.
Ruining this reality;
So I dissociate,
Since I can’t amputate.
Que Mar 16
Seem to only be myself
When I’m mad
When I wanna fight
When the world is caving in
And I can’t get past the need to scream.
Speaking up, speaking out
Just to be shut down
Never noticed the smile fade
Never batted an eye as the world within wasted away.
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