It’s sad when you know more about someone else then yourself.

I’ve spent time isolated from everyone else.

still… It seems like my own personality melts.

Then, sinks through the crack called other people and leaves.

If not, my mind goes blank from the weed.

Instead of growing myself like a tree.

I’m burning them.

again…

Fool

Its hard to focus when the voice in your head is ferocious

and i know this;

But it’s so severe i think it should be a diagnosis,

Crazy shit like a bucket full of lotion,

Hannibal Lecter reference… but this is the climax of my movie,  apotheosis.

and still I’m hopeless

“fool” of emotions.

I bet you didn’t even notice

I cried today; not a river but an ocean.

I didn’t show it, call me Moses.

and that out of all my friends death is the closest.

again “fool” of emotions

The cause of my lifes demotions.

Maybe I’m just to open;

to much I show em.

maybe just to broken.

maybe I should go then.