And the beautiful girl held
Rope with torn ribbon as the
Ice from the black hole shallowed
Around her body however
Nothing was as it seemed
Aware she was in but a dream
Domino
All in a line,
leaving a broken link every time,
Hands shake from the influence of cheap wine,
The cander of your thoughts play off a broken mind,
Drunk With Preceptive Warrent
I tried it all, however I tried nothing as far as a contest would prevail it was the small boat I chose to sail, no mast no face just a small vessel to leave no trail.
You were always to tired, just sleep, your eyes shut I know you will never see, who I am the real me, a bad person so smart, a sheep hiding in wolfs clothing hiding in sheep’s, the clothing that made you fall in love with me, the iconic ruin of your lust to fashion, a handbag that fought back, you were always asleep, being taken advantage of
The sound of church organs echo as if a thousand angels themselves were singing, angels tainted with lust and greed and are all in need of a nightly fill of the sick and ill, the hunger of a sexual appetite beckoning to there call, all the fields and plains of love destroyed with a sound, the mankind in awe of the vibrant sin, something so great and a better feeling within, the act of murder, rape feeding the feeling of oppression, alive to fight but fighting to stay alive
We travel into outer space. Ride along our cosmic wave
Transparent. Nothing you’d ever see.
Feet fast running. Stop take it back
Feel the rhythm travels through our atmosphere
Alive. Live. Breathe. Feel.
Nothingness. But fulfillment in who we are.
Thrive. Survive. We’re alone. But moving.
To places you’ll never know.
Places you’ll never go.
Fear means nothing but excitement
We’ll wander the streets for eternity.
We move. We fight. We live.
And you’ll never catch up.
Stop trying
Mundane is inevitable for your simplistic ways
Find us.
Escape.
Breathe.
Nothing.
Meaningless actions in a meaningless world
Everything is slides and water rides,
Like death to all the lives, flowing through
Indifferent rivers with no real direction.
Sorrow, fear the lonely fight no one wants to hear
Sincerity, hollow voices, hollow feelings of grandeur
Avail in the post morning light, insomnia from a broken night
Agenda based motives with loss of pride and who you truly are inside
No microscope can find, a misdemeanor, that happens every time
Desecrate the relation of who will care when you’re alone
Jealously has no home, can’t ever be shown
Obviously destruction won’t be our clone
Sensation of failure give us creation of our own
Hopeful to a hopeless world it wont ever be
Understood, ever how hard we persevere
Astonishing to not envy the fools with fear.
You’ll never find it. You’ll never win.
Give up.
Cause over. Destruction inevitable.
This is us.
Search your minds for common ground.
A place you cannot create or invent with your intellect
A place where two people have already found,
Something only a hollow soul could ever want to inspect,
But you live you breathe, expecting second best.
Looking through windows and open space you know you’ll never find.
You’re generic, oblivious to the fact you’re the same as the rest,
See the world full of hate and crime and envy what you see in mine,
You question you reason, trying to create reason in the things you want
It cannot be defined. It cannot be confined in the box you think life is supposed to be
You want what you’re told, never what you need, its in commercialism - you feed
A feast that leaves your appetite in a state of bewilderness, where your left to fight.
You want – you can’t have
You settle with the fact you can’t survive.
It seems life will never be simple when you need it to be,
when you need a break for at least a day, your whole world crashes as if it was a 200 story building, you want certain people by your side, however you get shadows of friends and pretentious candidates of certain people that want to be your friend only because you are what they are not.
tend to your tears fellow readers, this is just mealy a prologue of whats to come and in some shape and form something very familiar to whats happening in your life at the moment, however what I'm saying rite now will be without just, for the tone of the voice in my head as i write this is a completely different vice than what you really believe I'm trying to say.
"Life is what you make it" however as it shows in history (and modern events) whatever man builds another man will destroy out of maybe jealousy, greed, pride, angst, spite and every wrong doing you as the reader could conjure this emotion if you look back at your past of as early as primary school unless of course you have siblings where competition was a daily ritual
as of now i have nothing more on the subject to write, I have lost my train of though so i bet you adior
Josuha Alexander
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