Let me

Let me
Be your breakfast.
Toast and butter me
I wanna be your bread.

Let me
Be your warmer when you feel cold.
Take cover and go under
I wanna be your warm blanket.

Let me
Be your breath.
Inhale and exhale nicely
I wanna be your lovely Air.

Let me
Be your lover for life
Don't look back, just look forward
I don't wanna be
your one night stand.

Before
You go to sleep
Take me to your dreams
Let me
Kiss your forehead
And become your favorite kiss
your favorite Lips
among all man
Who failed to understand
You not meant to be played.

Before
You go to sleep
Take me to your dreams
Let me
Be your love studio
I'll create love songs for you
So you may listen and dance
Woman I just wanna be your favorite song.

Let me...
Be the guy
Who won't lie,
Who will skip work
Just to see you smile
Or hear you laugh.
Capture me with your love
Torture me with your sweet charms.
I enjoy being here
This feels like home
When I'm alone.

Let me
Ride rhythms,
Rhyme poetry like I'm sinning.
Let me ignore their childish minds
They think writing poems is gayish.
But woman for you
I'm willing to look stupid.
This love matter
Won't make
sense if you don't
Understand what's poetry for.

ANY state of mind but despair is illusion.
ANY illusion is a deceit to oneself.
ANYTHING but despair is false.
Illusion will always be just a lie to give meaning to delusions.
To hide truths and ease the consciousness to false belief.
Reality is only evident when despair prevails.
When eyes can see beyond the masks and veils of the everyday.
Illusion and delusion are the common state in which we live.
The reality of despair is where truths prevail always.
Illusion and delusion torn aside.... despair.

Have you seen the mice all running, running in their wheel.
"Knowing" and "believing", what are delusions, to them is "real".
Rarely seeing other mice outside the wheel they're in.
Only time for thinking of keeping their own wheel on spin.
So happy and contented when they are spinning there.
So many trivialities that to them equal despair.
Keep the wheel a spinning, a spinning at a pace.
Never knowing that following circles just takes you to no place.
Mice ask me why I have no wheel and treat me as though I am lost.
I once did tread my wheel my delusions unable to sustain the cost.
Watching countless wheels without sense spinning on and on.
From beyond the wheel my delusions shattered, have now all gone.
Without a wheel there seems no purpose no reason to try and spin.
But once seen outside of wheels there seems no way to get back in.

The birds are chirping
The sun is rising
Yet my eyes have not set
Delusion
Illusion
Disillusion
Lusion
I don't know, I wouldn't listen to me right now

Let me sink like a smooth river stone
An illusion of solid and smooth perfection
Yet a mere chunk of matter
The result of many falls and stumbles
Years of immersion at the surface
Of a relentless and powerful stream

Displace every bit of oxygen within me
Fill my body with water
Suffocate every bit of my existence
Intoxicate every ounce of red fluid with acid
Until this burden that beats within me is defeated
The invasion that frees my soul

It's putting thoughts
Into my head
I thought
That's what they said

Not real,
It didn't happen
Now look who's
The last ones laughing

Conversions that goes unheard of
By everyone except me
But I was there,
I sw**r,
These aren't the colours I should see.

I want my mental soundness,
But there are so many sounds
Most of them do not exist
Too late this was found

My state of mind we detest
But my delusions don't give me rest
And they refuse to confess
Again I fail the retest