(0148) agoraphobic enlightenment
react with empty tears of solace; bright enough to light the forest... death and demons are no reason to focus on your blood and semen... we don't have a single breath in our lungs that justifies our expenses, but i can't imagine it any other way. there are choices i'm not prepared to make. and there are hands i'm not prepared to shake, but i don't care... believe you're almost out the window and everything will seem so simple, but it won't. i'll never open up my eyes. i'll never even say goodbye so just go away. shut out your past and start all over; you think you've found your four-leaf clover, but it's all a lie... dream of love that isn't real. a feeling we all want to feel. forever and always, but it's not enough. someday the river will run dry , and you'll be alone and wondering why this only happens to you. so i've taken the ashes from this fire and dumped them in this hole of writer's block. i know you're just confused and lonely. i'm just confused and lonely. but our minds are already made up.
a schizophrenic remark to a girl who sees with her soul. i feel the icepicks pinching the fermented roots from this burning soil, and i sit down. we all experience the same things, but rarely do we even stop to realize it. our tears don't even matter. it's a bitter ending, and there's no reason to believe anything different. all we are is cold cement and tethered excuses of importance. we cough up our hopes and vomit out our dreams. and of course, the only thing worse than politics is religion, so why are they both such noble causes? if there's one thing they cause, it's war. war and ignorance.
fascism is taking over the world, and what we need to do is accept it because, apparently, your god could care less. there's no escaping, and if you think there is, you're a fool. but then again, even i'm a fool... but at least i don't lie to myself.
dead birds and crippled magicians don't make much sense. but in the midst of a world being reborn, you see everything differently. and through the pretty faces and forgotten traces of time, i follow my own subsistent need for love and acceptance... only to be shunned by the masses.
then again, this is how it should be. this is exactly how it should be.
a schizophrenic remark to a girl who sees with her soul. i feel the icepicks pinching the fermented roots from this burning soil, and i sit down. we all experience the same things, but rarely do we even stop to realize it. our tears don't even matter. it's a bitter ending, and there's no reason to believe anything different. all we are is cold cement and tethered excuses of importance. we cough up our hopes and vomit out our dreams. and of course, the only thing worse than politics is religion, so why are they both such noble causes? if there's one thing they cause, it's war. war and ignorance.
fascism is taking over the world, and what we need to do is accept it because, apparently, your god could care less. there's no escaping, and if you think there is, you're a fool. but then again, even i'm a fool... but at least i don't lie to myself.
dead birds and crippled magicians don't make much sense. but in the midst of a world being reborn, you see everything differently. and through the pretty faces and forgotten traces of time, i follow my own subsistent need for love and acceptance... only to be shunned by the masses.
then again, this is how it should be. this is exactly how it should be.
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