This waiting feeling, a string between our eyes
Acute hyperbola of feelings
It goes to sleep
Extreme euphoria consumes the mind
You're creeping forward into my territory
There is a dark red spot
Gaseous mass confounds my area
Behind my eyes it starts to clot
When I see them there is moping
A screen between, I draw upon the translucent surface
Aching for some sort of divine intervention
Destroy this weakness all over the place

We are waiting, hoping
We are living, shining
We are fading, longing
We are nothing, weeping

This vortex awaiting me
It feels so purple, melancholy
Astounding feeling, such absurdity
We wait to recuperate from such a longing

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Fleeting memory I cherish closely

A sheet of flowers laid upon my grave
The events that transgressed filled me with dismay
There is no conclusion, no moral or continuation
My life becomes so grey
Wake up my limbs to get out the door
A revealing of my innards misunderstood as gore
I paint a mural of cubist faces disfigured to confuse
No one will get the meaning and certainly not you

Very lowly, limbs melt slowly
Depreciate
Flowers blooming, nectar spilling
Through the hate

Fleeting memory I cherish closely
Imaginary relationship kills me

My fingers vibrate through unknown phobia
Wreaking such discomposition
Hopelessness condenses into fluid surrounding me
Suffocation
I seem to pull it into a skeleton
No, fuck that
Take the blueprint and grind it
Into incomprehensible dust

Twist a melody until it fits the mold
(I strangle my bones into puzzles and knots)
Barely standard, art they say, so cold
(Inane ideas crush my brain and leave it to rot)

Twist a melody until it fits the mold
(The evening is a fucking flogging, eviscerating)
Barely standard, art they say, so cold
(How have I become so useless? I’m underwhelming)

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Empathetic cries
What a strange bout of weather
Our arms wrap around
Birds of a feather
The featureless face
The blankest of states
But your piercing gaze
Communicates your fear

Keep it all together
Keep it all together
Vexation, trepidation, agitation, please have patience
Keep it all together

The sun officiates my skin into light
Trembling in a rut so cold it cuts off my sight
Weakened by surroundings, I grasp in desperation
When the reaper draws near, I am fighting for reparation

With a sense of foreboding, I tear through this realm
What devils there might be I know reside in myself
Such anxiety, lost in a nervous mode of disquietude
trembling as slow as possible, feeling raw, sinusoidal mood