I dont know how you do it
So natural
You give all of yourself to things you know will fade away
I brace myself
Knowing, I'm one of those temporary things

An unending quest for peace
Im letting go of trying to please
All the wrong people
All the wrong people
This is no one's fault
This is all on me
I try to escape myself
Wish I could let it go
All the wrong people
I smile and waste all of my energy on
You seem like a pleasant, wonderful and strong human being but I cannot relate
Im just trying to escape myself
In you
And you deserve better

Message in a plastic digit brought me into your garden this morning. Color scheme bright life sun succubus hidden down a dirt alley beyond the church just past the funeral parlor.
Trouble. Surrounded by angels, temptation petals and keyphrases. Lonely. House meant for a family. The sadness underneath your permanent smile. Is this why she can't stop? An awkward goodbye paused caught in a smoke ring. Eden, maybe Ill see you around.

Is this meant to be
A fresh and quite violent dream
For one day I awakened
In this body
And I ****** everything up ever since

The unexpected ones seem to care more when you're suffering
When you're like sunlight the others drown themselves in your presence
When your eyes become dull and broken
There's not so many flowers in the field

Little blue and smooth
Goes down easier than it should
Cure the consciousness
Nothingness feels so good
I say im sorry
Don't worry
It's nothing
Please don't be mad
All I want to do is sleep
It's not so bad
Yeah I'm just overthinking things
So goodnight
So I'll see you in another quiet peaceful place
Where I am free

Ritual cycle
Eat,  sleep and repeat
Fight,  sweat, beg and bleed
Cordless and bored
Can't afford a more important course
Tour the tunnels
Force the worm to sacrifice itself
Sleep away the overwhelming since that this is all there is
Ego is greedy and never satisfied
The destroyer, must avoid her
Try not to stare into her eyes
Fall in slow motion into a comfortably numb existence
The silence of revelation
The deadend of procrastination
The hollow beat of hearts encased captivity