All your thoughts, dreams and ideas are a cruel joke
Love isnt real
Self absorbed, emotionally cannibalistic, pieces of ****
A cruel joke it is to try to involve any other person, especially the opposite ***, in your life
This **** is a joke
A ******* charade
I ******* rage against it
I sit alone
Breath deep
Eat well
Run often
Love none of you
Its more peaceful and secure this way
Your all just zombies on a feeding frenzy
Emotionally, mentally, physically
You rob people

I dreamt a deep colorful dream of me in a mansion
Then woke up in a shotgun house on the Westside
I once dreamt for a year or 2 span of a faceless beauty who helped my heart but kept waking up in pain from toxicity
I stopped calling them dreams
There lies
I dreamt I ran for miles in the woods just because i could
Just because I was alive and could
When i awoke, i did just that

I just came here to scream
To scream into plugged ears
Walled off mind's
Dark rooms
The void
I have choices
Eat a ****** bullet or rot away like a good person
I have every note or tear or said and unsaid word of me and any of my blood or fellows tucked away in my heart sarcastically
Nobody saw it coming!
We missed the signs!!!
How selfish!!!
As if the only significant factor in a person who has no idea why they exist taking themselves out is the fear of a brutal act against oneself
The major fear, its a ****** frightening thing, is what happens after!!!!????
Why men beg at there knees for lifetimes
Beat traditions and doctrines in there offsprings head
It soothes a fearful heart
Look around
We **** on each other
That is it
Wether you feel something young or old you feel it and decide quickly to hide it
I picture any person i meet, especially intimately, to be a bright beautiful person with eyes like the universe and both hands politely behind there back with a gorgeous smile, one hand has a future, the other has a long beautiful slender sharp blade
They say cowards take there own lives
I believe cowards fall in line
I believe cowards lose there bravery out of weariness in search
They fall into common tradition and it is comfy and popular and brings acceptance and joy
Then they rot, slowly
Dont we all?
The big voice with questions withers and gets tiny then faint then quiet
And the coward rots
So seems to much passion in this life makes you a coward

Skip flow
Slowed time
No pause rewind
We ride along
A short song
Banded in universe all along

Curling night air ripples up my spine as the vast low lighting of the moon embraces me
A beautiful rhythm of ideas dance between me and the night
Wild eyes search the shadows to find you
Fearless, calm, in rhythm with the universe
I love your music
Your depth

Can i borrow some of your time?
Pardon my insane words
But sanity is at stake
You don't have to hide your weapon behind your back
Lay it on my nightstand and understand I am not a enemy
Only in need of escape
Blood thirsty feigns run the world and I am looking for short-term knock off love so my heart can still breathe
So I don't need your hidden intentions or defensive jabs
Just some time to borrow....
to survive the world because its bleeding me dry

I probably ran her off early on
My soul was set on fire when I was young
I had nothing else to do but put it out
But dirt won't heal a fresh wound
And it was either this or die too soon
Deep cuts help me grow
And me is all IL ever know