Oh cursed soul,
that you be,
something I dont even believe,
In, but in pain filled ignorance,
I lack the eloquency  to describe,
Even a little bit accurately,
This hateful being,
This lie of a perception, I cannot wake from,
A matrix, a coded line, I find myself,
Stuck in,
The suffering of a thousand lives and worlds,
Reaching out to you, reading this,
Lying, lying, as if the words mean,
Anything, anything, No!
Yet then, I always realize circling back,
To the histories invented by past selves,
hence, influencing who I am now,
the dark corners I look forward to in the future,
The lack of resposibility, The blissful youth,
Mixed with the pain of wisdom,
And the teachings and overview,
Of going off a cliff, only to jump back on,
And run off again,
Yet, then, again I find myself looking,
In my heart at the gun, the gun of release,
Oh that I dare say,
all humans should seek.
Crazy, crazy, John,
You are crazy you say,
Aye, aye, as all we are,
Sanity is insane,
Reason is,
2+2=4, Because.
I am the because. I am the order.
I am the chaos, that puts that electron there,
And your synapses connecting there,
Oh I'm the breath you take,
Before that **** and ***,
You faked,
Little one, little one,
I am much older now in lives
Than years, I consume throwing myself away,
The self, the soul, the non existence,
Oh it is existing and it wont leave me,
And all this because,
I saw her kissing that man,
On the cheek.
Alas, that is the bane of every God and Demon,
Since nephlium, To love a human,
A mortal, the code in the matrix,
The variables for the x,
That turns your reason and logic,
Into guess work and soulbreak,
I drone on,
Where is the end,
That is the point! Dr. Seuess,
Take your money back, I know the places I will go,
Oh I've seen it now for a while, and boy do I fear,
The blank page, the unwritten line,
The truth that I've been trying to hide,
From who?
I've lived long enough.
I would like to die.

If I could see only dishonesty and corruption
I wish I was blind
If i could hear only evil
I wish I was deaf
If I could speak only stupidity
and nonsense
I wish I was dumb
If I couldnt use my hands
to help others
I wish I was a torso
If I could be cruel and selfish
I wish I was dead
Because, there is no use
to be alive
When we are not able to
show any resposibility to
the world!
----de3pak

You wanted to separate Your sickness from your genius.
Donate to each of your brain hemispheres the resposibility
to deal with your differente delusions.
You wanted to be a little bit more morbid than genious or vice versa.
Never is such equal amounts.
You wanted fame, whatever it was the side of the coin.
You wanted to defended the colors of Manson.
You wanted to defended the colors of Sagan.
But You are stucked in a spiral where you aspire to breath
the air that only the freedom, of being something without conscience to self judge
or being something the world wont even dare to judge, can give.
But You are not so morbid... or so genius.
You're just like everyone else. In equal amounts.

Be pure,
Be beautiful,
Wear a caring smile,
Harness anger.
Wrap with humanity,
Display affection,
Abandon cruelty.
Show kindness,
Top with love,
Dress down jealousy.
Sport charity,
Adorn patience,
Powder it with good attitude,
Conceal vanity.
Bear grudges,
Wrap with resposibility,
Disrobe selfishness.
Exhibit  respect,
Clothe in fairness,
Hide greediness.
And the torch of beauty will beam from within you.

The more stable your mind is,the solider your bones pull through forward.she's been aware of that sentence.Attachment to non_exictance is like boiling with Ray of sun.to the whole recognition she denied having a great fun!
She fights to fly in spite of having that hunger for life,abundance for Grace &Will to impossibles.Before believing yourself,you have the resposibility to believe yourself;shut up all those tragic traditional voices that defy your movement.Break that glass cilieng sheltering your commitment.
Unless feeling dizzy,you can't get to be crazy.sounds like your mind remained in where you used to look after yourself;not on the mirror but in the harsh of torelance either sound of the single bud ,shouting in mud to make a slide to the rain cloud!