: Pretend that it's over now, awaken to sleep, the stars at your feet, you're somewhere up there, floating around, projection, a linear transformation
mache conversations back to the nothingness we started at I've devoted a world and you can't spare me pity your words have threaded this web of rejection
: disgust the only thing to feel gazing upon the ones i once called real to wake live and sleep in envy you love the ones who put on the show they give
intentions are my lone remnants of yesterdays if i wore a mask i could fool the world and mold with the masses for now i choose to shun this world and
time is running out this day forward i will arise this day forward i will survive it's time for self improvement morality will be restored i stand upon this
to this nameless face. Call on to this nameless face. Cold string of lifeless limbs. Floating under violent tides. But this heart beats strong. Call on to this
into the barren desert by the illusion created by my looking glass self i sent myself into this starvation nowhere to harvest a sense of genuinity in this
: dead air and red lips control my staggered speech another breath and my eyes no longer reach choking on the glass that you once saw me through shattered
: eyes glazed over another daylight dream cutting kisses from invisible lips a ghost coexistent to the touch of fingertips i have lost the my faith in
: disgust. . . the only thing to feel gazing upon the ones i once called real to wake, live, and sleep in envy you love the ones who put on the show
: No payoff where is your motivation constructed a false inspiration fallacy of the nature spoonfed the lies you could not digest self absorption predecessor
: The last ray of sunlight, touched your face, cemented skin, dried up the tears before they could be seen. I've learned that concrete absorbs moisture
rest my mind on the thought of something not of this world searching for a place where dreams never die a place not of this world searching for something
dry everything is this this is everything I know you're cold I know you're hollow my breath runs dry lost eyes my realization that none of this was real
: turn the page another chapter not much different from the others variety is not an issue boredom is what you hate i am what you hate . . . i am everything
is left for us back to the nothingness we started at i've devoted a world and you can't spare me pity your words have threaded this web of rejection i
: pelt and chime the beauty of synchronicity stand still for not a single second shimmer and wave destroy your home stand still for not a single second
compassion as i pass my eyes over this wasteland in disbelief disappointment slaps me in the face i lose my ability to speak this thoughtless acceptance this