The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
Is it too much to ask for, The self being contained Under the snow of your eyes Reaching out, never quite grasping The height of the situation.
The wall’s broken down, The river’s run aground, The water’s sound Is nowhere to be found. The angst of it comes to call
I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!
What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!
Beyond the vast icy landscapes Far from the othering city There’s someone waiting for me In my favorite dreamscape. God knows I’ve been waiting for h…
Yet I use it all the time. The weather? Check my phone. The time? Check my phone. Calendar? Check my phone. How many people died today? Check my phone. It’s so exhausting. Everything ha...
Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically
Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.
Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you
I believe music is the tragedies o… micro-dosed to us. A chord change to minor ends with us crying, a picardy third
Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt
