Is it me, is it you, is it us, or is it my head I can't recall well how it had begun but has it been always like this Always losing at both ends Replaced so easily, you don't look at me Least bothered, left at my own device My own bone to pick, you have no time to give Restless, relentless, you would drown me in deep waters I keep waiting for you to save me The pool of tears is crystal clear Displaced, delude, I have been reduced My value to me rose to all time low Where in the world you would find me I am in the jungle of my own vice Don't seek the worst in me I would fall on my knees yet again But my destiny has always been it. Dying, well not surprising, Drought, and the last drop.
Mired in my mind and running out of time can I keep still? Can I keep going on still? Can I keep steeling my heart to stand and be warm in the winter? When terms end and we’re not friends can you keep stealing my heart? If you fall to another man and I spring to a secondary plan will we be apart? I don’t want to shove and I’ve basically given up even though you’re farther than your love. It cuts deep but still my desire must beat but it’s musty and a bit rusty. The divide between us must be irrational because it keeps increasing without a rationale and without a ration to feed your monotony. I need to know if I can keep still when you’re around me so parenthetically. On the cosmetic there’s sympathy but it feels phony and pathetic. You’re synthetic and golden steel; gleaming with a cold beauty! You’re athletic but you don’t carry the kinetic energy and lack the will to work for me. When you’re starting not to feel and I’m losing my chill can I keep still?
November 9, 2019: Everything feels like it’s going so fast. I just need more time; I need to breathe.
My heart burns It aches for your presence I will never stop loving you My passion is relentless It's been a while since I've seen your face I miss your lips, how do they taste? The sound of your voice is a memory at best I'll see you again soon Let's forget all the rest
is finger-licking two senses me, myself and i sit down, consensus everyone has a different rendition of relentless what version is this of this, which you, depends it imaginary penitentiary, locked in myself, one tenant like i could send a message with only a letter, pen it see greater with less 3d one eye red it eye to brain, i blew it i 9 lives brain dead brain faculty, mind, not same head while nothing visual, split cranium and drain head