This is

it is three in the morning

dusk invades my being and the truth

recommends actively I go blind

the night terrors an eye opener

the recollections worse

still water a transparency trashing

the connection ever so fragile and open

to change should we turn coat and smaller

in the game of pretends we are mere men

caving in to the push and pull

(the dance got the best of us)

lacerating flesh fresh anew

blood thick and heavy

to conceal the brow foul

and climb in order to fall

closer to the sun. so I did

fell towards concrete

beneath the ground a jungle

long abandon

 

in the games of grey lil' else matters 'suppose

a distraction from the disease infecting the link

bound to torment far beyond the tool of conseguence

 

salivating at the thought of breaking you

so understand I wouldn't show mercy

neither should you

better off doing the right thing

that is the double conundrum that terrifies my ideal paradise

seal my breath and choke me

tape my lips, break thy teeth

like a drug in revolt we spit out the omens

liking what we imagine not what we see.

chewing at the side of my eyes, going blind

slur for sense as we act hella' foolish

local options make us scared to go outside

not everything that makes us good turn out to be blue

fluid flow freaking up gone up and fucked up.

irritated at the mention of idgaf.

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medicate the ring in my vanity

vanquish my elated ego, detachment a prevention rather than a cure

a leap towards the void, a replacement to suicide that defies

gravity and so much more,

reimagine taking it all in

as if we never left, reminded we dare dance for free under the siphon of the sun

unremarkable despite it all, shaped by the experience unique to everyone

the suspense is concerned not if we should not wake up tomorow but whether

we acomplish worth in signals and breakthroughs in between

a mark passed on upon and beyond

for today we belong

past the point of no return seeds have fallen to be sown and blown away with the scattering wind:

whoever long we travel we make a forgiving soothing sound

to be considered and afford calming, gentle dreams

for now we belong here, learning how to make it last a while longer

a stream runs its course unaware but certain

so too does empathy, of that I have firm believe.