breaking it down is half the work a step that must never be skipped rolling it up in your leaf of choice is a step that must be considered art the first light is the most important a step that is for the one who crafted they should also be the first to enjoy it a step the rest respect eventually all power is seemingly gone from the one who created and everyone feels equal once their turn has passed yet let us not forget the one who rolled it for they are the one who has saved the rest
Newfound treasure, Key around my neck. It holds my releases, I lock them up, No one knows. It's the sugar on the Once empty spoon. Painful swallow, Mild sublime. Self: understood.
Everything is taken Possession is an illusion Nothing is secret "Sharing" it's called Later, "compliments" Yet no lovely vibes Merely false flourishes to my ears Their meaning temporary Used for personal gain
Like a blade into feelings Bleeding emotions Hidden by formless dress Chained to be mocked Knowing the end and how it comes Heart teased Continually bruised Constantly battered No release Suppressed by tyranny Only fear of not lasting til the end When will it come? They say soon Because it is never enough for them There's always something else Either new or repeated And I don't know which is worse
plummeting into the unknown in agony because there is no one to help tears falling upwards as I drop into uncertainty like a piece of rain into the ocean coated in darkness not even a star or a slice of the blackness to hold onto and yet im not the only one the screeches below me await and a foreboding sense of eternity not even Earth's purest man's fear of Hell can compare to the reality