He de-seeded himself into three pieces and proceeded to grow a tree of decieving, you see.
One seed of the tree was greed, so all it would breed was to feed our needs.
Once we used up all its weeds we decided to dig deep to see what this tree was hiding.
There it was, all along infront of our eyelids.
The roots of this tree grew in all directions endlessly.
How could this be?
One seed for greed, one seed for achieving infinity..?
And for the third, I (eye) tried to see through the mystery of the last seed I collected all the ingredients to cook up the last grand meal.
Stirring it I caught a quick wiff of its essence and for a mere second I felt free, I acknowledged the knowledge of being me.
My brain was introduced to DMT and I also knew the signifigance of the truth, now I knew what I had to do.
Convinced of the truth but I still follow all your rules, im not insane I wouldnt go blow up a school but I swear, latley my brain been telling me, only options I have is to accept my destiny or change it by a killing spree.
I know you are testing me but how am I supposed to enjoy this beautiful scenery if I cant even get this stress of my chest so I can rest again peacefully.
I knew I owe my soul to this tree for the knowledge its giving me.
I try to hold on to my memories but as its leaves they fall eventually...
It kills me everyday, living, knowing its not for me.. not for me...

Like sculpture
I sat under the buzzing light
Smoking a cigarette to commemorate
You stole the words from my mouth
And put them in your songs
You took the love from my eyes
And put it on the canvas
The stitch of my skin
Was nothing more than a place to wipe your tears
My clothes were yours
My shoes were yours
My teeth
Never
       Straight
Enough
For you
So I shaved my head
Knicking my scalp with the razor
And watching the blood
Flow down my face
I feel nothing
Because the oxy tells me to feel nothing
Crimson river dripping into the sink
This is my blood
And you could never take it from me
Now matter how hard you bit
Now matter how Sharp the knife
**** your name
**** your house
**** your car
**** my eagerness
Latley the only thing that the paycheck buys
Are bottles of fire water and pain pills
We don't need you
We don't need you
The life of my eyes tells me
We will never need you

Hey how are you?
Look, please pardon my behavior as of latley
But I came to ask a favor
I know it's been a while
So Sorry if this seems a little weird
But from the beginning this is what I feared
You see the thing is
I'm still stuck on you
So if you would do this favor
That would make you my doom
and my savior
Just tell me it's over between me an you
that you don't have feelings for me too
Cause my brain knows it's true
But my heart can't tell it apart
From a passing moment
Or a future that was heaven sent
Please just say it out loud
So my heart can face the music
So it can let go of these feelings that are now useless
Cause really these thoughts are ruthless
So please lay my hopes to ease
Just do me this one small kindness
it's the least you could do
atleast tell me its over
So I can atleast have some closure

rip the seams from your lips
speak, just use your words.
because latley we’ve  been throwing our hearts against the walls through a screen and pretending we’re fine.
crying the words we resisted from sending through a text at 10:01 pm.
and wondering if the other will send a heart back with “goodnight.”
spoiler alert: it’s not gonna happen.
so please
please
please, just speak my love.
because the day you say, “I love you,” you should use your words instead of your figertips.

Your smile and the way you look at me got me feeling something I thought just wasn't for me.
You see I'm usually the quiet guy who can't wait for the days end but lately, I've been waking up with a smile and singing songs that weren't meant for anything but good days, you know the kind you cant help but nod your head to.
I leap at my phone when it rings instead of just letting it go to voicemail and latley,  I've been walking with some purpose in my step, my head held high, and a ****** expression I'm not used to wearing.
And lately I'm writing about things that make me smile instead of just filling pages with negative thoughts. It's hard to have a bad day when everytime I close my eyes I can see you smiling, it makes me hope I'll get to keep feeling what I've been feeling lately...