sell what's mine and keep what' yours
gifted those that obscure the rough stream
holy courage can feel tough, dumb shit
felt empty from inside so I said good-bye
scrolled down for a word of motivation, topped up
blank faces of those that live unsure of status, hey, huh, oh
as if we are already dead, make some space don't forget to subscr-
disregard the currency of pixelated art, can envy poison more than souls
drop the sham and therefore this phone call. as stars explode we write
of demons we love to hate to talk, think and test ourselves against
a foreign grain whose taste is rather adquired with moderate intent
lacked time to burn the candle of this one
all we give is spent and yet we keep track
perceived emotional investments, count me out.
a revolution draws near so foretold the butterflies
at the bottom of my guts tearing me kind of pain
as the toxins run finite we regain colour and we try again
after all we are human, we are not so different
we enjoy the moon and not getting over the leap
That threw us around the bend
inviting us to stay down, us the unworthy
afraid to make any sound, whatever might appeal
to a predator's assault, meaning, better breath me in
a welcoming smile by the morning.
the right words overrated
the connections a mismatched on a cut circuit
the string misused for ill purpose, grim gain and
I find disconfort in knowing I lost my way
struggling to get up and navigate the storm of present days.
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