I’m so obsessed with my past,
So I neglect my future,
Staring at *****,
Staring at taillights,
So I don’t get ran over,
Chauffeured around staring at these lights,
But refuse to take the steering to steer my life,
Afraid of strife,
Afraid I stand,
On a road I planned,
But so obsessed I am with my past,
I walked away.

I play blackjack in the dark,
With my counter,
As I watch the clock,
He sounds the notion,
Reminds me I am hypnotized by it,
So I place my head back down,
Staring at my hand,
Lost in this...
Lost in this...
Lost in...
I lost track of my mind.

I commence the blank of your mind,
To clear the swarm of tides,
The scribbles that seeped its way inside,
That beam through your gray eyes,
That creeps on the floor and sit at your window,
Ready to jump,
Making last calls,
Beginning to lose it all,
So you may die,
And begin to live a new life.

He is here.
Be careful of him.
He whispers in my ear.
Now he is in front of me.
He places his hands on my shoulder.
He ask what my brother said.
What did he tell you to do?
To ignore me?
To despise me?
Turn around.
Face me.
I am you.
Are you scared that the devil has the same face as you?
I was never here to begin with.
I always wore the face of you.
Are you afraid?
Do you shake?
That you are capable of disaster?
That you are an evil if you let it happen?
Blaming me for all your problems?
How dare you?
Blame non-existence for your apparent actions.
Love me.
Kiss me.
Hug me.
You’ll never find happiness unless you join me like your good apparatus.
We're one.

May nature stand tall,
The trees rejoice,
The clouds swing in a linear swirl,
Spirits that are distant,
Coexisting in an ill-mannered purity,
With no significance with what knowledge has been attained.
Knowledge is a desire to be endlessly insane.

I want to be like the wind.
You cannot cut it.
You cannot contain it.
You cannot stop it.
You cannot hurt it.
It is nothing.
It is everything.
It just exist.

I lay in this bed and I wonder,
How does that cold floor feel,
How does it feel to be alone,
Not knowing when your next meal is.
How cold it must feel to seek shelter under inclimate weather.
To see humans like you walk right by despising you.
How does  it feel to not have a family.
How does it feel to not get a hug.
Not getting any love.
Not even a touch.
Not even a what’s up.
How does it feel to feel so much pain but still want to stay in this wicked place.