One more time let's do it right,

One more minute let's make the night,

One more hit let's make if bright,

One more bite let's take the flight,

One more smile let's do it tonight.

I always hear this word,
But they use it blindly,
As they project themselves downward,
In aspiral of chaos and confusion,
Leaving nothing but a meaningful weight,
That sends them to the feet of their hosts,
Like parasites that only know how to feed,
Sadly it is not in their capacity to realize,
That no harm and disgust is reflected onto their spirit,
But they continue to rot their own soul,
Excreting an immaterial gas,
Filled with toxins and emotions,
Feelings that make the insides of your stomach tumble,
Up and down then around the bounds,
Boundaries that they could never cross,
Because they are too young, maybe,
Too ignorant, slightly, remorsefully,
Going to schools and institutions,
Just to forget to ask, yourself that is,
And blissfully believing the facts that are handed down, like a vitamin pill,
A placebo that makes you smarter as it seems,
Beneath the soft exterior of a false personality,
Not fake, but inadequately you,
Not enough to be the own individual,
Living a lie handing down whatever the time dictates,
Never asking, why, because it is easy,
It is easy to fall away,
It is easy to hand out words,
That indefinitely hold meaning,
It is just a game of chance and luck,
In a head that refuses to ask,
It is so easy to make labels,
To project the self onto another who does not know,
To another that is seemingly ignorant,
But who is well aware,
But maybe decides to not give a care,
Never ceasing to wonder, why?
They are thousands of four letter words in the hundreds of languages,
And yet they choose to represent themselves in a word that they avert their ego.

While walking along the path
Something intriguing shall pass
In the event of the start
The end will come to attack

Knowing pitch black will await
Is just another number in a page
We idly look and participate
When the wages come and evaporate

It is never easy to know the fin
Not knowing if the period is win
But the company we bring will pass
Embedded to our memories little lass

So fret no longer for my wish is bright
Even if all heaven ends tonight
In my spirit I will hold you tight
For the hope we share will be our might

If you're in dire need of a fool,
More so that you burn innocence,
That must mean you ran out of tools,
And your fear is ganging up on you.

I miss you, inside
I miss your running, inside
I miss your loudness, inside
I miss your mess, inside
I miss our munchies, inside
I miss our plays, inside
I miss our bonding, inside
I miss how you take care of me, inside
I miss how you protected me, inside
I miss how you understood without words, inside
Inside, I cry for you, inside
I will always cherish our memories, inside
It's been eight hours, so I still cry, inside, and out

This lies in a far enough world where our family found peace,
A realm where none other than the likes of us could only seek,
We played music to our hearts content,
We made love to the women that set our souls unkempt,

It was the good life or so it seemed,
Until the morning came and we played to spring,
Blooming into adults that is what it sings,
Doing our duties to keep the place at peace,
Killing ghosts and monsters well ain't that obscene,

As forever goes on it stopped with a niche and a nudge,
Like when sleep is done we wake up with the sun,
Whoops I am awake I think that's won,
A given, well this world is better than none.

How do I recognize

I believe that we have met before

Maybe it was that time

Now returning to settle old scores

Keeping each detail in light

Confused at what could have

Focused away from what should have

Living in fleeting flight

Sweet dreams waking from the night

If this could be the period of that might

Then please let it be the brightest bright

As someday all will fall, and new comes to light

Never will it matter to do good for someone else

To give and take but to give intense

Soaring the skies as murdering pretense

Dealing with our death in instinctual defense

Never will it matter, for everything matters else

He asks me why wonder,
You can know by a flick of the wrist,
By the bruise on the skin,
Sliding through the memory of memories.

Why wonder?
Because of the questions and the mist,
The uncertainty of holy and sin,
Finess bridging the simulation of falacy.

I love to wonder,
It tells me the story of a stranger,
It may not be true to all, but that is my wager,
It tells me the state of my soul, should I be in danger.

In a world where reality is fantasy,
Where living alive is the ultimate dream,
In the goal of surviving, fictional as it seems,
Where adults are children, having fun in an epic eternity.

I cradle inside my cave,
Awaiting the rising of the day,
Where the shadows are amiss,
And the rays have gone abliss,
Where the rascals came and say,
Take care boy coloured in grey,
With the tongues hissing,
And the fangs grinning,
Where the match stick was struck,
My mind was set a mock,
To worlds that intertwine,
My spirit snuffed the pride of the swine,
Casting the soul with great terror,
With blood lust soaked in fervour
Then the sky in body,
Told me what folly,
How much they play with words,
Sarcastic as mirrors of ****,
The hidden crimson desires,
Take care they say,
Because we will get you someday,
On the ground with your remorse,
With your fear and your discourse,
Your death will be our triumph,
Your death will satisfy our hungering and defiance.

The more I feel,
The more I know,
The more I live,
As a mortal woe.

I see a picture of a being,
Standing tall smiling and being,
An individual.

Not so similar,
Not so dicferent,
But I will remember you as we pass,
Into the wind as we are the ash.

The rising of the heat,
The falling of the beat,
The leading of the need,
The tailing of defeat.

The memory of this,
Content was amiss,
You urge of my twist,
Again you folly me to mist.

How can I forget,
Your longer lived regret,
What I thought was best,
Could only hurt my chest.

They call me gay, which I cannot defy,

They call me *****, because I am just shy,

They accuse me of lying, for the reason that I do not pry,

They call me unusual, for not wanting to tap that girl of guy.

Maybe I am waiting for someone that I once knew,

That person whose name, I don't even have a clue,

But I know she is waiting for someone blue,

Not sad but one who just sticks like glue,

We maybe apart but I bet that you're waiting too,

You're face and feel I do know, that you,

But when we meet I am sure it's true,

That you and I just feel the same way too.