I would never
Say directly
A word
B word
F word
I just go off into the sunset
I know the sunset
Know it well
Know it isn't well
Know
The sun will set
And there is nothing we can do to stop it
F word

The sun is feeling lonely im sure
But im stuck on the dark side of the world

Poetry being
Being dead
It is not art that imitates life
It is life
That imitates the brain dead words
No wonder no ones heart can beat
The same way as before
No mind
The mainstream
Found its way to drown us all

You know who you are
But
I don't
Think that you know
Who you are
Its only what you're told
And feeling good feels good
So **** the cost
And **** the art

This life
Illusion
We wonder
We ponder
We chase the light that blinds us
We learn that everything is empty spaces
And nothing real
Is tangible
This life
Illusion
I search
I find
I was ordained in violent misunderstanding
I found that the only thing that could fill the empty spaces
Was nothing real
Nothing tangible
Nothing at all but god
For god is only just a concept
For what man should be
And if we lose it
We are lost

Everything I love
Becomes the roots underground
Become the leaves falling off of the limb
I watch a nightfall with no stars
And the face in the moon
Only frowns
Everything I love
Goes away

It isn't cold enough
But I am dead yet?
I find fire
My anger burns this forest to total ash
Because you couldn't see the forest for the trees
And you could never see outside yourself
Until I destroyed you

Everything I love
Goes away

It was only water
Its the river
The giver of life
Fast or slow
And anyways the waters going to flow
We can only float
But we will hopefully float
Fast or slow
As though we'll reach our destination
Or we can sink
Find our waterfalls
Be on the brink
We can drown
Never stop to think
Never until forever is the last blink
Of our eyes
Our water sees the skies
And time we only meet the ocean
We never reach the stars

My campaign
I am smart enough
To recognize
When a rose is not a rose
A rose is not a rose

The world is busy being in the night
Now
The pain
The disorder
I want to talk about light
My voice may waver
My words as fragile
As something that one shouldn't speak about
I think about hope
I speak about love
I should have never committed such thought to words