I need to know myself better. It's never known, always a mystery. A manuscript detailing the destruction of the ego. Alive and well. Alive and well. Believe me, I've been there. I've lived in your shoes. That's the life of a variable. A varying entity. You'll never know for sure, that I can promise. This circular reasoning has been driving me mad, and I can't wait to spend an entire night in your arms. More or less, we're stationed in a flawed system of haptics, no desire to break free, no, I never felt the need. Remember when you stabbed me with a sword? And I let it happen, because I thought it was good for you.

I've been a shadow for too long.
I know all your feelings, the thoughts that you have.
It's time for the day to notice the way
I've lingered and want to be heard.
You're lucky to live in the realm of the real
and dress in the warmest of dregs.
How those ******* are like flowers
and curves like a road,
Oh, I laid with you when you thought you were alone.
I'm your honey, sweet darling
that you've never yet seen.
And I'd die over seven, a million times
Just to feel you, the warmest of skins.

retreat to beat the heat
returning to those who hurt
reliving a past of misery
to escape a future of pain
one more sad feeling to gain
happiness is in the arms of the lover
but to me, focusing my gaze on the corner of a window
in balance, in trust, careful hover
stand back as the payment is made
confusion beyond thought
at a loss, but I'm grounded
locomotion, no emotion
a stare and a laugh, oh please!
only a con... a tease.

In the general I am abiding
Recording scenarios of importance
Scheming with the nobles
To hire a switching head
It’s unsafe to continue into tomorrow
Implode before you try
A trial worth a single coin
Flares can’t cause immense pain upon
A swath of amenities foregoing change
Bringing a forceful bond.
Sometime will be worthwhile
Though not today, another mile
Will do to aid in your indoctrination, darling
The experience of a lifetime
Hopeless admiration runs deeply
Seeping into uneducated minds
Representation becomes toxic and all I want is
To see you strive for one more nod
It’s unusual to not want you
But my mind weaves mysterious trails
Through the broken lifetime - reality…
Coding your brain to the desires of a higher party
Dominate the status and ride this new wave
I’ll be stuck in a cave, resolving a memory
You have no influence on me
Boredom overflows from the outside in
I’m sick, I’m disgusted, I am injured within
Let the girl sleep, she’s lost in her dreams
Taking the drive
One image at a time
Making an accidental stop
At the house of your mother
Uneasy like no other
Fighting to be free, run away with me
Or from me, depending on
Desperate grievances that conduct an old light
Of the movement, I am fond.
Tripping on feedback
Hesitant to paint your head black
So sick of the stacks
Piling up on the table, advances unable
Common brainchilds I may lack.
A swampy movie to preoccupy
Tearing everything down

frustrating like a man who is smoother than you
I wander through these corridors
looking for a wing

I can picture you in this setting
between an officer and I
quietly sitting

something tells me you've said this before
when all this originality
turns to ash

I'll give you the benefit
if you'll give me incentive
to leave behind my greatest dues

it's torture to remain silent
a pain to restrain what I feel
it's tempting and agonizing, in an attempt to deal
all I want is to speak
and to reach out to you
to create a buffer between this life and that
you blur the lines best
so while you're here,
I'll get this off my chest.

The Eye of Horus taunts
I keep within my walls...
Upon his mistress, he calls
Gory bloodlust haunts.

Secretive sanctions underground
Disguised in white-
Hold me tight-
Every passing brake light...
Keeps her highness spellbound.

let me feel
such a troublesome devotion

live a life so pure
no need for regrets
when I am with you

I would rather be ignored than lied to
they say they can see me
believing in stone cold sympathy
but their hearts house the darkest parts of regret
their eyes are pools red from envy.
maybe my soul longs to be lonely
maybe I'm only me when I'm free
and how am I going to love someone else?
you've squeezed out the lasting few bits of my heart
till it dried into slivers
and I can't stray away from harsh thoughts
and I'm left to leave home almost dead
you should have shown me your happier hopes
instead of the fear, and the rage, and the dread.

thank you for teaching me
that love is not pain
i don't need to hurt
to be close to you

i've spent my time
rebuilding what i thought was mine
and destroying what i've gathered
from you

you waited for me
in anxiety and ease
knowing that the world
would bring us together, if it should

the things i picked up
were hard to erase
the belief that real love felt like
i was never the one who gained

thank you for making me feel
like i am someone, already

You're living in a part of this heart
like a cassette I can't record over
like a tattoo I cannot remove
I'm like new. Changed, gone...
and these eyes have caught another.

stung, yet sprinkled, with crystalized particles
embarrassed to look up from my lap
a silent snicker, a squeeze of the knee
willingly sacrificing composure for adventure
run away with the secret!
hide it somewhere good!
lie to them, seek a personal advantage
pathetic and malicious
but abruptly amusing anyways
during the year final to this experience
to have this welcoming security
and excitement mistaken for anxiety
I cannot express my gratitude
I cannot explain how lucky I am

I want to find where your happiness grows

familiar stories and trivial sleep

forgetting the feeling of falling too deep

let's soak up the fear that they know what we know

I'll dry all your tears and soften the blows

invited by fire, we're drawn to the heat

attracted to twilight

the dawn blooms in your eyes

eyes dart behind me, but are we alone?

there might be a creeper way, way down below

baby, show me your love, make me weep

show the moon your big horns and the secrets we keep

let's make this a good night

air trapped in blue waters, we flow

never question, we can't miss this fight

Come to me, in the dark hours of the cold morning. Let me show you how beautiful it all can be, the watercolor masterpiece of brilliant sunlight raining down on us. I'll take you to the old church ridden with memories and the souls of the saved. We can crawl through the doors and play in the wet vines that dangle from fallen rafters. We can talk of the chores and sway 'cause the wine has tangled us all in the trapped church. Come to me, on the streets of the lost, among houses, not homes. Tell me the things that you thought would've hurt me when I was yours. We'll dance through the pain and talk about together for never, praying on beads that were blessed like a treasure.