Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically

The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,

Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.

Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright

Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,

Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.

Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you

Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.

I can see you’re still bleeding. I would like to dress your wound, my wound. In my haste I now realize, I bleed too.

In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold

Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt

I have that swipe keyboard on my phone where I draw a line between the letters to write the w… Sometimes, it mistakes the word

This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…