These days death looks better than freedom
Better yet maybe death is my only freedom
My only friend
Sometimes I feel like I'm dying faster than most
And I'm ok with that but should I be
Normalizing the abnormal just to feel what they portray life to be
When should I be living for me
Don't get stuck trying to make copies at Kinko's
When you're a blank canvas
You are the artist, so they won't get the picture
The camera they use is out of date
But you always have fresh paint
Blending the past with the future to make something great
My past doesn't define me
But it is what started how I came to be
Killing myself used to be, the best option
I'm no actor so this can't be a tragedy
I'm an artist
I'm a work of art
Worth more than they can pay
Priceless
Just like today
This moment is something no one can take away
Death will just have to wait
p.s. God still has something for me...
Holding a mouse I am sewing a nightmare;
A plethora of messages without etiquette
normalizing a shutdown of communication;
Patching up nuance with tidbits of meaning;
A plethora of messages without etiquette
threaded together an already dead language;
Patching up nuance with tidbits of meaning
broken cycle of unfollow then follow back;
Threaded together an already dead language
normalizing a shutdown of communication;
Broken cycle of unfollow then follow back
holding a mouse I am sewing a nightmare.
There is pain in the eyes, if time was taken, it would be seen.
Busy are they, no time but to be blind, no visual hygiene.
Dirty, is the way of the worldly, covered in the devils boweled releasing.
Enthralled, as they flow down lavatory piping.
Developing gills for the sewered waters of living.
The pungent odors of its stench begins normalizing.
As the vague scent of yesterday rides the breeze, fading into the winds
of passing.
Pursuing and ridiculing the remaining few into hiding.
The old giving way to the new world orders enslaving.
War, famine, and disease, released to finalize controlling.
While the strangle hold around hopes neck is firmly choking.
dimming the light of life, for the curtains closing.
As the final stage is set, for God's ending.
Normalizing gives
Recognition, then allows
Traction of movement.
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