Believe in fiction, reality is boring. Believe in fiction, reality's outta reach. Believe in friction, peace is over-rated. Believe in fiction, nobody gives a shit.
Hijack this life of mine- no purpose & no reply. Giving up control for the chance to ride- to the top: a brief sunshine.
Hi, hi, hi, this is the view when I die: leafy branches covering the sky. Before I close my eyes, like a bird with imperfect wings going home to rest.
Nothing worse than being dominated, falling victim of some power struggle. It tells you that you are just that and that's final. From then on, no dreams are pure and simple. It's broken will souring in a bottle used as a molotov cocktail by any passing asshole. Break out, break out, you fool! Be an animal, not mineral or vegetable.
I studied the stars & the moon to an inch of my life. What I look for is instead in the dark cave of a deep groove. It whispers pain & ruin. But the spell breaks once you realize where you are and are no longer afraid of the simple truth.
Worm it is, all the way to the core. Jovial for a ride, highway to greed. The quickening drum of certainty poisoning the seeds, swept over the garden into the abyss.
Have you taken a pill that's hard to swallow. It's bitter & hard, and takes time to dissolve? No sugar can chase it down. No water can speed its way. Then it lodges in your gut and there, it is to stay. Maybe I didn't choose what comes my way; didn't have a clue until it gives away. It's not in a hurry. It knows more than I. Time-released wisdom, must you be such a drag?
I'm in love with my bed. All the comfort I can bear, from the soft duvet to the firm pillow, especially after a hot bath. I'm in love with hot bath. My body aches for the steamy caress, listen to the facet go, "Drip. Drip.", especially after dinner with mom & dad. I'm stressed dinning with them. Serving the usual nerves & smiles, too afraid to meet themselves, especially since they got a house. I love my parents' house. It's spacious with big back yard, so quiet with everyone inside, all waiting for the fireworks.
Your fear is your truest friend the one that wants you to live. It will haunt your every thought unless you call it by its name. You don't need an exorcism nor a bloody priest- long as your heart keeps pounding, they will guide you to your dream.
Jealousy's making me behaving cordially: as a way to appreciate your youthful idiocy; a mirror to reflect on my own supremacy- how far I've come & what lays beneath. Yes, it's ego. Can you separate heart from its beats? Of course it can be silenced but that would mean I've made a mistake. It takes all my strength to hold in this silent scream. Yet, you are the one that I pity.