Follow me,
Follow the breeze.
Rain, it lingers.
We call it humidity.
To Suffer, repeated,
I believed in the notion.
I believed in the fate.
I thought one’s motions
Would allow them to escape.
I was wrong.
In my place I see
My mind ignores
It delivers humility.
To suffer, repeated
I relive the commotions.
I relieve the debate.
I believed that everything
And everyone
Had happened by mistake.
Drift.
I know no bounds.
Imagine a world
Where nothing is everything
And everything enters a singularity.
A kaleidoscope.
A life remote,
Because life is eternal.
When the universe freezes,
And the last black hole decays,
Billions of other universes have begun.
Limitless is time and space.
The faintest of feelings
Discrete, but I’m still breathing.
Life,
Love,
Hate,
The most amicable of dealings.
Suffer now,
Or suffer then.
Either way it’s continuous, repeating.
Hearts hang heavy,
I only hope that I am dreaming,
But my mind knows the truth,
Hearts are only good for beating.
Optimism, never my strong suite,
Neither was believing.
Woah,
What are you doing?
Know,
That there is no retreating.
I’m begging, I’m giving,
I’m defeated into treason.
So,
Give me a moment,
Just give me some space.
Take a little bit of action
And apologize for your mistakes,
Cause I’ve given you my all
And I’m noticing what’s left;
A depleted sensation,
Will taken, misconception
Of my collaborative mechanical distress.
Too little
Too late,
Signal your savior
While I sit and instigate.
Mode of attention,
I mourn the perfected,
A limited love, timid affection,
My feelings just won’t actuate.
My feelings won’t care.
Civil regret
When I could have been more.
A lack of content,
How I should have been floored.
Too little
Too late
I’m sitting in filth,
My belief that we are all okay.
Heart held,
Too little too late?
Enough said,
Like a sick retrograde.
Buckle down,
All in wait,
A burrowing Hell,
A drawn out escape.
Suffer now
Because there is no later,
Trigger my “ness”
My essence, cratered.
Losing my torturer
In the place we’ve made.
Circumstances,
Encumbrances,
I won’t wait.
I will,
I lie.
Blood red heart, filled,
I loved her anyways.
When you’ve had enough of life
You only tend to realize
That everything and everyone
Is hiding lies behind puppy dog eyes.
So sit back,
And sift through the shit
Because the more you know
The less that you will give.
And you’ll be oh so happy
To focus on yourself.
You’ll give the world nothing,
One hundred percent less
Than you should give yourself.
Because the more
When you wake up and realize that you are by far the better person.
What do I do?
I’ve given you my all
And you had been had as a fool
Only for me to be accepting of you.
So, please tell me,
What do i, what do I do?
Living a lie,
Months on end,
Living a lie
What do I, oh what do I do?
Living another,
A person such as yourself?
Hurtful and decieptful
Yet I have nothing else.
What do i, oh what do I do?
Over the horizon
Rests the grass,
Sky and curvature.
Times like this
Bliss is a saboteur.
Little moments
And a mist in the sky
Brings lives to lament
The discourteous disquise
Directional growth,
A little too late,
We try to make the most
But tend to lose sight
Of the choice we already know
In hopes to turn wrong into right.
Never expecting
To twist or misalign.
Always infecting
The perfection in our lives.
The grass is never greener
It’s just another patch.
In which we hide demeanor
Because emotion is another lie.
A message we just give to just anyone.
