It’s quite a problem that we can’t find common ground, because I would love to stand with you on our ground. 

When you look, do you see me? Or am I remembered in ashes that blew out your window, and so therefore forgotten. 

And the silence sounds, the silence sings, the silence rings in my ears. Pouring all it has out into the universe, but only I  can hear it. Everyone else just hears silence. 

Soulless things wander the streets, Monsters lure under beds, and demons watch as you sleep. It’s a nightmare. It’s a nightmare alright.

Staring at the screen, nothing but evergreen passes the in-between. no-one can take away the simple stare you make. The water was calm by the lake, so distant in my memory. I must use different sensory to remember the moments past. These things are meant to last.

I ponder so far into my past and ruminate on all my past mistakes…And Ive grown so a custom to this way of thinking.

So hard to answer all my feelings

When they’ve left me fragile 

There’s nowhere left to turn 

Everyone just misunderstands 

The true feelings that I choose to answer 

Tangled in the web of the artist

Spun to perfection the lies said in direction

to the only face taken in space

Flying in and out of your mind

The thought never stays but never leaves

I thought I seen you on the rooftop at the burger shop, and my heart stopped as I turned to look, but all I could make out was your black and white converse shoes. 

Stay awake, don’t shut your eyes because I don’t want tomorrow to start. I want tonight to last forever, so I won’t have to face the obligations that the morning brings.

In the morning, still dark, I woke up dreaming. I seen the hallucinations of the demons and the ghosts, but they don’t visit me anymore. Hypnopompic state had its way with me, but I still think it’s real..yes I still think it was real.

Romanticise a stupid life that will never exist

Gone through the headlights into the mist

She dances, and twists till her wind dissipates

And I haven’t been able to think for so long, of anything, but you

As long as he’s happy – Then the wind will stop dancing.

Treat me soft, even though I’ve acted on the impulses of anger. I guess I must expect the same in return, I’m nervous of the words still left to come. 

I’ve been waiting what seems like a while 

For you to tell me what you know, tell me true, I’ll tell you too. 

Anger swells in my surf. Stumbling sections of separating extensions slowly entertaining the idea that maybe things are the way they should be.

Nothing sits right, the seatbelt is so tight. I sense this slight tone in the words you choose. I just think I’m bound to lose on this quest you call love. 

It can bring out the best, but it can bring out the worst. I don’t want to be the motivation, the reason to get out of bed. There’s no need for inspiration, everything must come to an end. Just don’t forget to send me the memo, so I can find something more in this sound. I’m hearing but I’m not listening. I’m looking but I can’t see…I’m blinded. 

You used to make the best paper planes, but now I can’t remember how to make them. They flew in circles, and I’ve just stood still. Clinging to free will, I didn’t take the pill that helps me heal. Desperate to contain my emotions. 

The songs sing like venom in your ears. With rhythm, rhymes, and so called reasons. The treasons curse like poison in your ears. With purpose, plans, and long lost prayers. 

Copy and paste all the parts that I want to be on top of the parts that I am, my brain computer overloaded, guess I’m stuck as Frankenstein.

I don’t know anything about love. I don’t know anything about hearts, except when myocarditis starts. Pink hearts weren’t all over my notebook, neither were another’s last name behind mine. But still I let my mind go crazy over illusions, things based on circumstance and coincidence. 

You’re  scrubbing your hands but they won’t get clean. I imagine you feel the cold so easily. I made a conclusion in my head and the idea keeps being re-born over and over again. Sometimes words don’t come so easily, sometimes actions don’t make sense. I’ll be cursed, detached, and defamed. It’s like I’ve been framed, labaled, and distanced. Honestly i don’t think it’s worth it.

Each to their own, I won’t try to confide in someone so blind. Tragedy seep through a world where I struggle to understand the fundamental ingredient to undo my regret. Not much could hold my attention but not much could break my attention. Though things are only in my head.