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i've been tired for a while now
i've been tired for a while
i've been running and chasing
been following and racing
far and long for a while now
i didn't have time to catch the bus
how luminous, how pretty thou lies
how blurry i see thee with dry eyes
how an ecstacy from a ray of thou shines
so bright it blinds me from mine cries
how dark, how dim thy be
once, one day, one time art was talking to me
it was in that kind of mood when you want to be honest and true
it said "i despise you, so i'll make it that you'll want me but i will never want you back"
i couldn't improvise an answer for art
and art didn't like that
it said "you're pathetic, so I'll make it that way
So she has returned,
unannounced and uninvited,
an annoying plot twist
among a sequence of pieces.
I hate how she screams
They say: "You are not ready for peace"
What piece?
A good chunk?
A smaller one?
pointing fingers is easy
while ignoring a broken mirror
existing before you
showing your distorted reflection
due to your refusal
to acknowledge your narcissism
Girls like blue, boys like pink,
I love u, but ur so cringe.
Girls are handsome, boys are beautiful,
Nothing makes sense , but it’s so wonderful.
Up is down, left is right,
Countless tears living up my empty eyes
Lost in fight
Which part shall rule the empty life
Emperor heart
His dagger split in half my mind
Empress soul
Are you an urban youngster, a yuppie, or a Cassanova-wannabe?
I think you’re all three,
desperately trying to convince
your amused audience
that you’re such a catch
to women all around this busy town
my shirt is ripped and covered in holes
and i don't care, really, i don't
it's that i am afraid that my skin will be seen
and i really don't care
i don't care at all
that my shirt's almost gone
Like a hermit, I have been living
Like a hidden sun I have been missing
To whom I go when I seek giving
To whom I talk when I'm fully sicken
To whom I open in the middle of my sinking
Words only bloom when I'm all splitting
Soaked tempted eyes
Blinded all the night
When shall they see the art
When shall they close
Move apart
For as thou are haunting the house of my heart
