to the restless souls who are still awake
they will never sleep only stay baked
cooking themselves in there internal furnaces
burning into a million of ashes stuck on there face
sadness invaded there facial structures like a surgical reconstruction
but they cant change whats inside there rib cage
all they see is dark ages and thunder striking with deadly aim
trying to burn everything in sight like a shivering light erasing memories on sight
men and women in black is what we are never far from aliens and disturbance
come thru your ward and flashbang your neighbors and your dogs
no need to remember anything about these fucktop individuals
were only hear to clean up the excess mess the world presents
but im not blaming aliens for my distant relationship with humans
i dont know how im feeling myself at this moment
no masturbating but my writing elevates me to another parallel dimension
or its the alcohol in my system talking
but even if Haitian beverages gives me leverage i still feel average
like the way the days stars off sunny and birds singing
to werewolves hunting for new denim jeans at midnight
scavenging like the lone vault 101 survivor trying to find his father
forget the latter im trying to find my inspiration this era of inconsistent endeavors
please people stick with your ideals dont let the Man fuck up your plans
even if i strive to be a man ill bring justice to this unruly land
free my people from mental slavery like Mr. Marley back in the 60's
and now Bob the world is symbiotic with a mix of lust and fuck ups
nothing works anymore the waters are flooded with oil
and there fighting overseas for the same ordeal
ugh i feel nothing anymore the world is nothing but a whore
like me only gives its body for leisure and feeling less then a lover
more like a loser bound by these spells spelling sexual encounters with random dames
like i need to remember there names they dont remember mine so anyway
i wish i could die in flames , clenches my sins in eternal fires
then reborn like the phoenix from the ashes
fly to the infinite universe a human would call a a hearse
im talking about the love that the earth is capable of growing from dirt
reminiscing of vegetation growing from a bud to a beautiful flower
shines with all its petal facing the sun absorbing its energy to feel like One
sadly im not made to venture during the days
i dont wear shades or hide my face
but darkness is where i reside until the torment in my heart subside
right now its rising to dangerous levels like a nuclear power plant operated by Homer Simpson
its a core meltdown no need to worry mr.burns with petty concerns
ill just bathe in acid trying to forget her kiss while we were engaging in fornication
but fucking doesnt measure how much she changed me
my personal home decorator installed windows to let my emotions flow
now wood and nails cover the diminishing light
its so hollow i can hear my thoughts scream hello
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