They say i’m creative as a reversed mime;thinking outta the box
my minds found a way to rehearse time while it stops the clock
tick tock
what time is it?
prison block – on some infinite minute ****.
neurons firing
pew
change of management declared- archetypal hiring–whoo
“Do you specialize in living positively?”
{I can try}
“Will you try to stay away from virus compositories?”
{oh me oh my!}
I live different lives as the same people:
go to the same church with different steeples.
Question the voice from my bed; oh **** am I dead?
tryn to lift my arms, but they filled with lead
where am I going and who have i led, to wander and ponder in the land of the dead
its this chilly necropolipse; filled with empty soul ships.
I can’t get warm here and so I fear
stricken by a paralysis , caught in the mists of myr
influenced by infected cysts, sickness adhere…
better deal quik through love metamorphosis
but I kan't…..—————-says who?
great big king boo!
he haunts me and taunts me into less than mediocrity
but its simplicity, don't deal with me, simply leave and then you’ll be free
of me and my moaning, *******, and pathetic groaning
but I’m simply freeflowing,
I guess I'm like an emo chick, dip in quick , then get out of it
like a quicksand pit you’ll stick quick – I do my job a bit to legit
while you sit and feel …………………………………………
……………………………this is some straight simple ****:
1+1= 2
but in my equation, I'm still left with none, no you'd think , but this ain't fun
“So leave!” I yell
“Get out of here!”
I’m lost and confused like a catholic queer
Am I sincere?
maybe
what morals appear?
when your without another and can't find your brother
simply steer clear quick!————————————————–>away from that skell *****
with his nonsensical lycrical pains
and paradoxical ego feigns
from left to up
side to side
always quik to hop
and hide n hide
non-attached….*******!-^-–<>re-attache these b-r-o-k-e-n__bits& p.i.e.c.e.s
so maybe one day you’ll do better than me
Just don’t listen to way i say and get away from me
EMO thoughts brought to light
need some ***- I think i might
oh wait , is this just a way for me…the pages in the journal get away from me
a psychiatrist in the pages….paid for free.
****, thanks ink, thanks journal, thanks ego and funeral
I just killed my ego , and it was the death of me.
