Perception

Preach to the scene,
take a snap,
insurance – ensuring your humanity’s intact,
are you truly at peace – if everything is on screen?
Privacy of the day,
equals – conveying everything to be relayed,
you are not yourself,
you are the puppet – with strings leading into an Insta frame.
A stolen moment,
and you choose to create an opponent,
not within yourself but to those who choose to scroll it.
This happiness is yours,
but you allow to share,
prying eyes,
creates nothing but a moment lasting nowhere

Consumption

My heart is a singular thing,
fortifying its purpose,
consuming all beneath the surface,
discovering if this life is more than just a fling.
No control in what this heart brings,
allowing all hurt between its seems,
great love or great fear,
no control – absorbing all into its fragile sphere.
I take your hurt and make it my own,
the curse of this heart I gladly invoke,
my heart – the bringer,
my mind – following its procedure,
my journey contorted into this sentimental creature

Wilted

Over the horizon,
I see the life I hope to come alive in,
if it truly gets darkest before dawn,
what transformation will I have undergone?
Plucking a flower to admire its beauty,
it stuns then dies as its destined duty,
leave it where it may and it’ll live until gray,
selfish to assume that with you it must stay.
The latter occurred that led you withered from view,
sobbing as you left my front door,
you said with tears – I thought you ignored,
I loved you, too

Dial Tone

Listen on the rain,
last words you said to me,
this before you led me to decay.
Tears stream down my face,
you hung up – leaving me in disgrace,
daunting final words dwell in deafening ears,
your voice left me swallowed in all my fears.
Broken pieces of my heart,
left in shambles without my counterpart,
she was the one keeping me together,
now without her I’ve lost – my reason – my treasure

Wake up!!!

Work, eat, sleep, repeat,
work, eat, sleep, repeat,
this is the formula to your impending defeat.

It’s no grand mystery to this lifelong servitude,
we are bred into believing this is all we must do,
to skim across time as this must be our only attitude.

Fuck this mass production of a deepening narcosis,
leaving each other at arms length is a state of residual hypnosis,
shock your mind into becoming an individual,
connected we must become against these waves of the tyrannical

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Revolver

Time froze,
senses dulled as it began to erode,
deeper into the void I tumbled,
falling into a mind that was far more troubled.
Moments of abyss,
strengthen what previously did not exist,
lucidity kept what was left unsaid,
but now turn my words into solid lead.
Shards of this malevolence,
came with regretful consequence,
succumbing to pride,
forcing me to lose the one I called my bride

Instalies

We live so out loud,
show me your achievements
or risk being disavowed.
Take a still shot,
stay connect,
and attempt to stay relevant.
This is the philosophy of the now,
all eye’s on you,
this is not the future Orwell had found.
So surreal it seems,
strangers enjoying these highlight reels,
while at the same time
not giving a shit about your ordeals.
I don’t mean to sound bitter,
only showing what is to be considered.
Don’t be distracted by another’s “success”,
focus on yourself,
and skip to the beat of your own life’s process.

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