Words out my mouth Are deadweight And drop to the ground. I think in tongues, whispering back and forth Between ears, my conscience runs like a sewage, Damaged; Who owns the most hurtful guns? Yet across the expansion, maybe Home to reason why we some Straddle the Atlantic; Staggering between notions Which I don’t remember forming Echoing in a chamber- How do I discern truth from fallacy? Make sure to take care of me also Don’t band, don’t block me, out Here is so cold, with all the dangers I’ve challenged alone Dancing to fight a cold I face full-frontal Is a weary stride all it takes to break the spell?; Or maybe we’ll learn from the wounds That leave scars we can see still
when I died I did not sense or feel myself leave the body I was just inside and then outside there was no sense of time of pain of anything other than conscience there were no walls, no pressure no sky or ground no sea or wind only thought and light as I've never known and then I was not dead all had returned all that I had suddenly despised blinked back in and to miss death less I simply wrote it off as a beautiful nightmare
Why do I bother? Trapped in desire. Feel so close. But I can't touch the fire. The sun goes up, then the sun goes down. Day after day. My conscience, she drowns. We only pray for winter when summer comes around. Don't look away... I'm afraid of who I am. Today, the winds howl on and on. Please hold onto me. I'm slipping away. My dreams are starting to get freaky. But don't worry, I'm still dancing to the leaking sink. Drip drop, drip drop... I'm starting to think I'm crazy. There's no need for their worries though. Because I believe they already know that careful gets boring. And how would they know what's good for me? The moon comes out, then the moon fades away. Night after night. My conscience, she drowns. You're afraid of who I am. Tonight, the rain pours on and on. Hold onto me. I'm slipping away. Please spare me from myself. It's hard enough with everyone else... I think my soul's rebelling. Can someone tell me what I'm thinking? When the sun goes down and the moon comes out. Day after night. My conscience, she drowns, just a little bit more...
22.10.2018 Ppl are generally good. I think that’s why, you see evil characters laughing, as if a portion of them is resisting and they try to laugh it away. Like tears of killing conscience. Think about sass. Sometimes you **** ‘em too harsh.
I brake for turtles and squirrels Pretty much anything that creeps or crawls Unless it's pitch black in the country, And the moon is on holiday Then it's clobbered likd the armadillo, And so is my conscience
Actually had to brake for a squirrel today He stopped in the road and sat there with an acorn in his mouth Had to blow the horn three times before he moved