Let's pretend that I'm perfect
That I'm beautiful
That I'm happy
Let's pretend that I don't cry
In the shower late at night
That I'm not lonely
That I'm not scared
Let's pretend that I'm not broken
That I don't hate everything
That everything isn't always my fault
Let's pretend
That everything will be ok

We had a mission, but
We didn’t know.
It was like the dialogue
Wasn’t there, or
We skipped it.

After leaving the
Second floor as
Stallions
I threw the core
Into disarray as he
Became a lizard.
While I was monkeying
Around I found
The cure
To then hear
A cry for help.

The objective made
Itself known
As I followed the
Neighs to outside the
Armory wall my horse
Friend found himself in.
The elevator doesn’t like horses.

The objective asked
What we were doing.
“Just horsing around!”
He said.
“Gross.”

I have a _ _ _.
It smells like _ _ _.
My _ _ _ is _ _ _
And isn't _ _ _.

When I feel _ _ _,
I _ _ _ a _ _ _
Or _ _ _ a _ _ _.
Go _ _ _   _ _ _   _ _ _!

Half of me
has given up
and the other half
hasn’t even started yet
it’s always been like this
myself vs. myself

the battle of two stubborn selves

they take turn
in winning fights
I’m so confused and tired
to root for both
each time

It’s a twisted game.

I play myself.

Left my tears at your door
Then felt my soul fall through the floor
You didn't catch it
You just watched it.

And it tore me down
And now I'm just a silly clown
For believing
For relieving
All this pain

You should've said this was
A game.

Let us play the game of life
Some role one dice other twice
Some have no dice, they're paying the price

Some move on and some are stuck
They were hit by a thunderstruck
And others had luck

We all had this suspicous smile
This game will take a while
We moved forward our pile

Some tried to cheat
Other had to bleed
And some get help in need

Some are friends, some enemies
Some had to pay the fees
And some tried to flee

And so goes the game on and on
But no one ever won
They're all on the run

hope ferments

a sweet berry
intoxicating

as the patient table
tending to the wine

bottled blessing
blood of a saint

gently rippling
in silence

and indifference
a crutch to hold your will

the black dog sneers
growls in your ear