I'm a socially awkward person
Who comfortably pretends not to be;
My friendships are so spotty, I'd be dotty
To delude any of them not to be!
Although, its true, I have no foe,
But who would be my friend?
My silence is my shelter,
When the chaos never ends.

your body is a temple
you are the master, my dear
intruders are forbidden
so why am I here?

I will make you smile
I will gain your trust
and when you hand over your key to me
I will fulfil my lust  

your body is a temple
it is my hotel tonight
you take pride in your rooms
I take pride in my sight

I will open your doors
you will give me good service
I will adore
your skin is my furnace

your body is a temple
or so, I agree
so that I can stay for free
and cause you misery

Into the mist I go,
Where! I do not know
The thick grey smoke,
Burning my skin,
And the screams,
My soul.
My vision blurred,
Blocked my eyes to see,
And the road too brittle,
Hurting my knee.
Into the mist I go,
To where I think I know,
Shadows of the dead,
Walking beside me,
Not willing to believe,
Yet I walk,
Not willing to explain,
Yet I talk.
Into the mist I go,
To the light, and I can’t say no,
Frightening pain quenched my soul,
Leaving no regrets from the past,
For better or for worse,
This light is the only way,
And must it be followed,
In order to stay.
Into the mist I went,
To the place HIS angels sent,
For he knows the sufferings,
The pain and the screams,
The time I was lonely,
The time in my dreams,
For his decisions can’t be deluded,
I have no say,
Live if he wants,
Die if I may.

"Sometimes, there are questions that I have, That bother me", She says.
Where are these questions from?
Up above,
Or All Around us?
I already know what questions they are.
Or to be more precise, the type.
They are questions,
That only others
Have the answers to.
Questions,
That will change the way I
Interact
With
You and me
You and he
She and me.
Questions
That can only be answered
Not by the Genuine answer,
But only by LIES
Meant to satisfy
The Deluded Ones.

Violent roses
give me woozes everyday
I'm hammered on my own
something
is always slipping through
a filter of justifications

language misrepresents me
I don't think words that
spread ideas like intrinsic responsibility
are relavent outside of cults of personality
So I'd prefer to say
through a filter of new ideas
of what safe thoughts are in a fear house
reinterpreted

Soft violet soup
gifting a brainhorse with a two by four
or convictions falling
out of atrophy
or perhaps
a lack of neccessity

I don't know
maybe
a letting go of an abusive tack
that pressed you to let go of joy

Oh I don't knoowoh
To find yourself a damaged adult
with a mind aimed at forgetfulness and
forgivefulness

A new rage forms in tandem
with a promise
to a menacing question asked
by those who unfetttered their wallets

but that was ages ago

and now it's time for a letting go
at least that's
what the last night alone begot

but who is past that inside lie
that furthers time

well I can't see anyway

So **** it I'll lose it or die.