Time to make an hourglass,
Time to pass all feelings...

Time make sure that we
feel
all of Earth.
her underkneelings.

Time to take a second chance
and not hate life so much.

Time to plant some flowers.

It's time to make it such.

hahaha!

I never knew.

It's been ten years since I met so
so how can I burn this up and run this in the ground?

I think I know...
I'll blow it up.
I'll show up and burn it down.

Everyone is so nice,
so I'll take and run with it.
I'll split with all your joy
and take a **** on
what I should
make good
all out of hell.

i blew into a straw one day
to just feel how cold air felt

i'm out of every space
that should make
a nightmare of the self.

so i'm bidding
all alone
for a piece of heaven

i'm not elevated like
you think i am
i'm a monster and
not an even man

so even when i'm everywhere
even when i breath

i know that i'm a monster
and i know i should live.

Someone said one day
"You'll make a lot of you!"

Someone said that I should say
what I really do.

Someone, somewhere
once upon a time, said

That I AM a lunatic
and that I'd never really shine.

Glassiness is the debt I made in my eyes.
Money's overrated
and so is love.

Love is like a masterpiece
that you see in a show.

It's real nice to be by it
but it'll blow you up and know
just what it did.

Bidding for a fancy life
is a horrorshow
is exactly who I am
and it's all I'll ever know.

I saw a ******* monster hovering over me in a dream
and I decided it was time for it to die.

And I tried.
I really did.

Instead my Id took hold and sold me out
into slavery.

It's amazing that my freedom sold itself for love.

So now I'm a puppy-dove in a cage made of safety and food.

It affects my mood
in the fact the effects should hurt and now that they do
I'm eschewed of all personal beings.

So seeing myself in the mirror
is the only spirit
I have left.

Don't take it.

Please.

It's all I have left to give.

Happiness and Joy are two very strange things.

It seems like a lot of friends hanging out and telling secrets
at night, giving information that you will never hear.

They steal away and say everything that you thought
you should.
Blood is good, but so is food.
And my mood shouldn't determine what I need
because I bleed for everything and It makes me sick.