turn the page another chapter not much different from the others variety is not an issue boredom is what you hate i am what you hate . . . i am everything
intentions are my lone remnants of yesterdays if i wore a mask i could fool the world and mold with the masses for now i choose to shun this world and
disgust. . . the only thing to feel gazing upon the ones i once called real to wake, live, and sleep in envy you love the ones who put on the show they
pelt and chime the beauty of synchronicity stand still for not a single second shimmer and wave destroy your home stand still for not a single second
dead air and red lips control my staggered speech another breath and my eyes no longer reach choking on the glass that you once saw me through shattered
is left for us back to the nothingness we started at i've devoted a world and you can't spare me pity your words have threaded this web of rejection i
eyes glazed over another daylight dream cutting kisses from invisible lips a ghost coexistent to the touch of fingertips i have lost the my faith in
compassion as i pass my eyes over this wasteland in disbelief disappointment slaps me in the face i lose my ability to speak this thoughtless acceptance this
rest my mind on the thought of something not of this world searching for a place where dreams never die a place not of this world searching for something