trust is something sharp to hold
for someone important
in a perfect world we'd never bleed over one another
chrome blades dig into each person
who lost grip with their loved one
in a perfect world trust would be dull
significance is in the blade
filled inside of the atoms
are the affections, promises and lust we carry
a perfect world is plastic
empty atoms
hollow and dead on the inside contain nothing
I rather take the blade than poison myself

Stood
Looking at the two shiny buttons
A split image
Showing a male-man’s delivery
A pleasant reminder
Of times gone by
And of days yet to come

There are things called chromebooks, and they are like laptops
but they have one small difference,
they can fit in your bag,
they can run offline,
they can by used by schools,
they can be monitored,
they are cool
they are lightweight
they are good-looking
and most of all
they are fun to use

What weather is it?
When the grass is monochrome brown
and the skies are poly-chrome purple,
when swings squeaking in the wind
are empty and loud.
Has everyone left,
and everything gone?
Why am i soaked,
when there's no rain?
What weather is it?

..of desolation, of doom
and disdain.