Falling down the windy planes,
Go diving down until insane,
Dropping into a wonderland,
Spiraling like a living fan,

From little eyes made out of glass,
Looking into the shadow past,
Seeing myself wake up again,
Restart the new simulation

I'm a hider, you're a seeker.
When did I become a peeker?
No running there's no stopping.
I can't stop myself from crying.

Why do I keep freaking trying?
I can't stop myself from crying.
I can't stop this ******* crying.
Please help me stop ******* crying.


From plastic beds to rocky roads,
I've lost my mind, I've woke up cold,
When did I get into green robes?
I am a sacrificed lost soul,

I can't help thinkin' I am dreamin'
My head can't work when it is steamin'
I've gone insane, i'm falling down,
A bird diving into the ground.

A bird diving into the ground.

Chained to the concrete rained-on ground.

I've lost my head, seeing in red,
I'm not the same as I once said,
I won't go down till I am dead,
Next, to the next, that's being led.

the sink is full of my blood and spit
it coalesces and swells into the drain and down into a network of rusted pipes
never to be seen again
its so odd
i release bits of myself into the void
and it's never registered to me before
the organic matter that composites my body, my self
is always in various forms returning to the atmosphere
whether it be my skin cells flaking away from my fingertips
or my blood and spit
disappearing down into a metal case dug deep into the earth
i am constantly becoming apart of everything
but it doesn't scare me
i actually find it rather inviting

Poeple are blinded by this so- called fate
Believing they're destined and started to date
But to know the outcome, we have to wait
For there is a thin line between love and hate.

Love comes in the right place and time
And the persons in it are the right ones
But what if it comes in wrongly?
Should we considered it too as accidentally?

People say there always a red strings attached
For those people whom heaven matched
But how can we say if she or he is the one?
If all the signs we asked, we received none.

I had to admit I am still confused
On how to defend my love beliefs and values
Love comes hate, right with wrong
These ideas linger on me for so long.

My brain keeps thinking
While my heart still beating
I have to continue my answer-seeking
Even though I am just guessing
Love is complicated but still believing
Life is worth living and
Love is worth fighting.


-shakazaqui