you're my kin
through thick and thin
you've seen me cry
and you've seen me die
reborn into new
and watched me grew
thrived into this bright being
that you're proud of seeing
i love you, broseph
you're dope as ****
i'll always be there
no matter where, i swear

A voluntary victim of life
Parasites called eyes
What we see are lies
We learn to segregate our intuition from physicalities
You gotta unfold inward
A paradoxical lesson of how to 'wake up'

Much woe
for the foes
I encounter,
I know
it is not I
who causes deep tragedy
that feeds the hatred  
coursing through their veins
poverty of heart
The withering shoes
on their dusty feet
They tell me a tale
of repetitive misfortune
Succumbed to the nature
of hurtful thoughts
Will they ever want to stop
and walk a new direction?

High degree of lunacy from the lack of meaning in her life.
She did what she wanted, yet I don't think she wanted anything.
A dead stare she carried closely almost everywhere she went.
I overheard her saying the world is broken.
No, she is broken.