I was born to make you senseless
How can i repay such deceit
on the floor
i see you bleeding
How can i repay such sadness

In a line
they walk
right to the end
it healed their sickness

like the war
we waged
for glory days
despite repeantance

i see the sun go black
then i look back
now i feel better

I was bored i made you senseless
How can i believe in these
count to 4
and still be breathing
Tell me why im still alive

psyche of a sociopath

There was a time where i lied
to cause someone pain
and i live a life
that belongs to someone else
but this is not my confession.

On days like this
i make paper planes
i fold intricacies
while people watch

i count magpies
ponder clouds
read car registration plates

i dont think about money
i dont
i dont do anything at all

on days like this
i think of those i left behind
and i take great pride in denying their existence

Planes

I looked for a long time
but nothing
A lot of thoughts clouded and crossed my mind
But this fire
Nothing can stave my satisfaction
or lack of it

When I look for water I find acid
I see pestilence and disease
Wondering what happened to this innocent place
Brow contorted in the knowledge I will not succeed
This place has distorted us
We find scarce solace
It rains shards of glass.

Yesterday I found a dog
rotting in the street

Talentless

When did you get so bland
what happened?
Did a demon suck all colour from life
and leave you black and white?
Has the moment passed
where you no longer saw the need to try

Could it be you're now empty
Are there deserts where trees used to be?
Hollow. Whats it like to be so hollow
Lost at sea
Did you fall off the edge of the world

Did you dive too deep for coins
Was it my responsibility
to make sure you didnt fall in on yourself?