Leftovers from the night before
Eating them for breakfast
Gallery of the meals we have
Have been posted to instagram
The clues, we leave behind each day
To find each other’s here
This empty city, just us all alone
And I walk in my best coat
To were your first clue is
A sign that used for me, says to meet me on the side road
Of course it isn’t that easy
Another clue their waits for me, and I’m in no hurry
For each clue leads me to your heart
And I’m in love with your mind
Blissfull darkness
Comes with grey sky’s above
We fight among ourselves
Our money not worth the cost
By the time its to late we still have not stopped
Kissing us kindly death says goodnight
Walrus falling to their deaths
Seas empty of fish, full of nets
Angry boys yelling at us to stop shoving it down their necks
They are already choking too their deaths
Kissing us kindly death says goodnight
In their shell
Egg beyond the pain
Yolk of a unknown self
to find the self truth
Balloons on the brain
Lifting me far away
Helping sit in the abstract beyond
Fine, gone, wrong
Am I good for the hen or cock?
Reciprocity motto layers the beast
Always asleep next to me
Never hatching, like me inside this shell
Paper machine in a paper shell
Egg made by the same name as I
Will I hatch?
Will I latch?
Will I merge with the other me?
I’m scared.
Scared of what will be
It’s ok for now though this egg is comfy
One day though, all the futures I can see
Self-truth is my me
The world
The world
Is turning browm
We talk we talk
And nothing done
Why do we just keep
On Sleeping
The World is turning
And it’s burning
And we don’t do anything
The World is turning
And it’s burning
And we don’t do anything
What will we do
When we run out of food
Who will we call
When everything is burnt to the ground
Why don’t we see
What were doing to you and me
Why do we
Just sleep
In the darkness, they are waiting
those thoughts
Cycles and rhythms
Tether that has reached its end
Reaper of the sameness
They are full of mindless fury
each day to fight and fight again
For what?
To fight again
This pointless samsara
I am but a performance
Combined of the thousands of deaths
I became the end
They are still waiting
Anticipation for a long war
Rampant growth and angers
I get up and fight again
I cannot be killed
flames lick me
Lava falls upon my shadows
Stars exploding from my depression
Paths close
it will be again that this happens
The purity of that again
I fight against
Which just adds to it
Clearly the pumps down and dump. Blue of heart and pink of blood. Curse the corpse of emotions. It’s a day that strikes my evocation.
Down the waters
Flood the brain
Sea of feeling
Ocean craze
Pure or evil decision to be felt. Crying on a balloon ride beyond a joke. I’m falling in my most empty ways.
Empty of knowing
What mistake
Words have passed
Empty and alone
And here is the sleeping razor
Witch soapbox for a little mousetrap. It’s short and full of minds blooms. Dead and hard in its action, forever crystal in its hate of itself. Duality has its heart fully cooked. Like my most important rainfalls.
Drought tourism
Has taken acting lessons
Misadventure on the streets
Malagüi
Shade is only welcome at night
desert seen endless
mask to show
fire is colder.
Listen to that screech Hell is about to be unleashed
Silver death comes to those who are not prepared
Nightmares born of dusty dreams
I cannot think to compare
Beyond, beyond, our reach
Demons reign in caverns deep
Black smoke rising. Stench arcrid ensnare
Step on skulls full of grimy discusting things
A world beyond me doesn’t seem to care
Listening and hiding in this shadow
I’m very sure I’m being drawn to be like them
Marrow and blood flow from my skin bare
Pick my pistol up
Shoot them, shoot them
I’m sure your going through the same flair
