the world is horrible, sad
and makes us afraid and scared.
why is it so ******?

a father creates
expectations, good or bad,
towards other men.

nothing is safe when
your darkest secrets are cast
out into the world.

I don't know what
I want to do with
this life I've been handed down
through generations
of smiles and laughs and love.
I don't know how
I'm supposed to be
grateful for the heart
that beats in my chest each day,
when I don't know
how to use it.
I don't know when
I'm going to know these things.
I don't know a lot.

my mind, body and soul
can't take much more of this,
the constant stress
the sleepless nights
the exhaustion.
i'm so ******* tired.

1468

A winged spark doth soar about—
I never met it near
For Lightning it is oft mistook
When nights are hot and sere—

Its twinkling Travels it pursues
Above the Haunts of men—
A speck of Rapture—first perceived
By feeling it is gone—
Rekindled by some action quaint

grey skies are pretty.
the matter of concealing
the sun intrigues me.

i've found myself staying awake later
in an attempt to avoid the nightmares.
my dreams are often horribly vivid,
and it causes me great distress
when i dream of family members dying,
or of being chased down by masked people,
or losing everything
failing everyone.

Scared
Rumble shake
It's coming
Crash
Get ready
Krakowm
No point holding on now
If you have slaves, free them
Guhguhshugguhboooom
All to worry now is how it will appear
In the blown apart floating museum

I see clearly what's eventually coming
And I know deep inside it's not cute.
But I laugh instead of fighting it lately
Cause the point of protesting is moot.