And if the bakery burns me down.
I would not frown .
I would not cry.
I might not die.
Phoenix flames.
And baker claims.
The ovens bite.
The kitchen fights.
But baker ***** I be
And the kitchen flow is me.

My little fox
Who often trots
To hellish land
Where time is bland
I wish to steal
To worlds unreal.
**** above.
I'll be your dove .
Fly away
To other days.
Why be real??,,

When they encroach upon my silence with empty , directional eyes. Black circles signifiying our similarities..
How can you dismiss the death of dreams...

Reality is unkind to us.
We just pretend life is legit.

You are the light house
I am the sea
When I drift away from you
You shine your light for me.

I sit back in the galaxy of my mind
I swirl the thoughts , to see what I find.
Pinks and blues
Exuberant hues
Displaced fears.
Backward mirrors.
Pastry quotes
Tied round my throat

Fractures deep
The occasional squeak
Of another me
Possible reality.
The ebb and sway
Of my fray

Here I find
I lose my time

They won't let me sleep
Too many ******* questions
I don't plan your life
Move your own **** chess pieces
I watched my calm slip away

They want you to talk.
Like your silence hurts them.
Not as if they wanna hear what you're thinking.