I am slave
I am addiction
Airy
open my pages
Find a clear lack of clarity, apparently.
find the words of obscurity,
that kept ME,
feeling absurd / lacking purity.
Words that helped me hold you down
Hold me down
Consuming and reusing and expelling in a town
Where we have no choice but to be ourselves
Ourself as seemed reflected on a screen
Our|a|self we might through dedication gain applause for
But not ourself, the one our eye’s never see.
Even our own eyes.
A self i/u/we buried.
To seem I was special and lacked- |non|?-absurdity.

In times of turmoil
I take a look up at that blue dome
Awestruck I find,
My matters hold no water
When turbulence strikes
My mind starts to roll
But looking into the night
The stars speak of something much broader

dilated black pupil
i watch take shape
grin of pink with form so clean
ambushes grey soul

touch like feather
greets
fist of gold
bold strikes, put to rest
by feather of gold

untethered
she pilots soul
i pilot soul
never fly so low
always take high to zones unknown to globe
havent felt this way in yrz.

finally warm
finally free
finally home

then,
she's gone
ow...
solo|w|
again.

everytime i climb
i slip twice the times
for every true movement
theres an hour of lying
no hope, and no company
for those who dont belong here (**** jobs)
my life is not hard
but i just dont belong here (do not)
even the smoke and mirrors are no help anymore
because smoke and mirrors will not help me disappear

from myself.

the end.

is beginning

I am a nihilist in times of existential pride
Disengaged from the borders,
And the sons and daughters caught in existential fight
We're not safe from the order.
And we can hear the cries emulating from miles & miles
Omnipresent is the slaughter.
But who cares when my plate is filled with chicken and rice?

Save Us From Ourselves

Too many questions on my brain
Why do we do this and that
What purpose does it serve
I just want to have fun
But I dont even know what that means
I dont know what anything means anymore
I'm just living life
This is all i know
But really I dont know anything
Really im just a ghost trapped in bone
Really am I even in control
Or did my mind just make me think so...

They say I have a good heart
But Im not really sure
The **** that ive done
could have the devil running from the underworld
and if i run the world one day
id be tired
were all the same when our eyes are closed
just rest
and even if they dont agree
theres no need to leave the rest
they say the grass is ALWAYS greener
thats a lie we all need the rest

but
im an insomniac
hahaha

Life is 2 fried
Im 2 high
Its good
no more depressive times
open your mind
realize you have life its good
they have no waters and no fuels
i have it all
but i claim empty
who the **** am i
let it go
stop crying
let it go
you have it all
its good