“the funniest guy in the room”. Well, can we talk about the abuse? between me and you?

even death doesn’t bring the truth

people still see what they want to see

what they need to see

people still confuse the ‘you’

with the ‘me’

marinated in my misery

And we all race to the finish line to discover that it doesn’t exist

like putting out a flame before it has a chance to spark 

Modern life

Got us walking around in delusory states, constant consumption of artificial intake

Denial

The pain would split me in two if I let it. If I gave it access to my insides. Split me right open. Turn me inside out. Leave me no safe place to hide. I can feel it coming in around me. Closing in on me. I can feel it surrounding everything. When it feels hard to breath. When you turn the music up a little more loudly. All I know is suffering. I don’t want this suffering. All I know is suffering. Not this time. I won’t let you in. I won’t let you win. I don’t want to grieve anymore. I’m so tired of it. My body has dropped down on the floor, as I sit and write this. My body isn’t with me anymore.

Don’t take in so much noise that you drown out your own sound

Your self

It can’t be found ‘cause it needs to be created

Love is re-birth

dirty laundry

Stains all over my clothes

Stains all over my soul