on the couch

at heavensgate

heart of cold

live to live, but waiting for the end

sending radio signals of love (no responds)

you are my jupiter, out of reach, protecting me

redacted, distracted

from what came before (haha)

to be alive, its optional

i got picked by...god? to be who i am

i didnt pick it

its a scam

a knife to cut
the cosmos
into pieces
the search for truth
is not negotiable
cut down
all the way
to the dark matter bone
scientist
with eagle eyes and talons
doesn't matter if the rocks are screaming
if the trees are bleeding
they are bleeding out facts
and that's that
i bet at night he prays for x-ray eyes
in the morning he states "gods a lie"
oh time is going by
and in the end
we all listen
to sweet songs composed in the afterlife

And in the end
it didn't last
the past did outrun
the present

so without a future
our minds turned away
from a life that seemed worth living

the gift stopped it's giving
and two pawns moved away
to either side
of the chessboard

both we shrugged it off
fates hands did the moving
and afterwards
nothing left
and no one's right

Oh my soul
is now living on
teaspoons of love
teaspoons of love
only
teaspoons of love

can i return
into the dream
reality
it is made by force
it has weight
it fakes death
i know
gods plan
has to be that way
but i don't want to stay
i want to return
into the dream
where my heart
resides
can i please go home
to a place
outside
of the cosmos
where you and i
are not apart anymore
where all the colors
are a swirl
and all
is turned back
into one

two fish
inside the world-sized ocean
both alike
yet apart

my, my
a flame flickering
gibberish
trickling
from above
making it wince

is it too dark?
to choose a direction?
my, my
don't you know?
a faltering fire
will surely dye out

there is a word
that is more than just a word
passion
you want your cause to be lasting?
this is the thing
you should be asking for

More or less?
My, my
you digress
again
and again
and again

I was going up the hill
to watch the Perseids
with no dream in my heart
surprisingly
when i came back
i had out-wished
all the shooting stars