18-11-2024

1.) “The same waste stays un-cleaned”, Something like that was said. And I’ve spent time missing, Must’ve thought I was dead. The boy says the man’s unseen, Technically a teen but still “man” works instead. Unfiltered cigarettes hit, Spinning bottles cause we’re too afraid to easily break bread. 2.) Wouldn’t it be great to just be the best, To say your name and peak elsewhere’s interest. My mind isn’t just mine anymore, The world enters and the world infests. My mind wandering beyond confines, To explore anything yet remain tenants. I felt so fine but still referred to as the decline, Waiting for a reply from life long friends. Feels like your beckoning. 3.) Behind every great mind is the back of your head, And every great mind’s third eye dies going unfed. And that’s it, Right there, I guess that’s just it. Every great mind’s third eye is a carved hole bleeding red. Nyquil was vital every time I was found in her bed, And it wasn’t my pill that was messing with my head. 4.) Try to tell someone and realise it’s just too awkward to be said. And after all the time missing, You must’ve thought me dead. The boy was unseen whenever the man was home instead, A mother at eighteen, A father who’d been better off dead.