I wonder where the sun has gone
I can’t fathom forever
internally its untrue
begin, end, continue; which one doesn’t belong?
Today took forever
Internal clocks tell time according to pictures and sound
but never reality
reality is a construct that helps us realise nothing
or the accumulation thereof
seventeen makes me grimace
right before everything
right after nothing.
The light of tomorrow paints the canvas blue
tinges of dirt make it glimmer
collectively, we are artists
we inject what we paint
our own feces pulses through our veins
take a picture of the sunset, honey.
our exhaustion spread over us
like a blanket
or a bodybag
Is it worth it to tell you?
you cant fathom forever
you cant make me smile
your tendrils pad me down from head to toe
they find the flaws
never the solutions
break the speaker
his preachings are invalid now
the lies cover the point
the point which would stab the hearts
the hearts who fuel the shovel
the shovel who carries the dirt
the dirt who softens the spear
the spear who knows
Never rule out insanity, they say
everyone can be bought, they say
name your price, we’ll pay
I can’t wait for ever
Timid destiny
tell us who is right
can’t come out yet?
alright, I’ll take care of this
step back everyone,
I’m going to tell you all a secret
one that will enrage
inflame
incite
engage
Are you ready?
You aren’t
You never will be.
