lean hamlet
declare me the one, you're the honorary for the hour
suits don't suit you the way i don't- suit the world or the love you think i deserve
"affirmations would lead to good beliefs and sunsets you would not want to miss"
i understand the optimistic approaches you have in your mind and the way you can me make me unalive
but suits don't suit you the way you soothe my cracks of heart
take me to the beach, candlelit dinners and the scenes of naked women that reek
the world of alcoholics is not an obstruction but you're an insufferable freak
the world isn't as twisted as the glasses you hold dear for life, even as you beg me to bring you to life
philosophies are for the mundane, not for the twisted of the hearts kind;
you sympathize because you know your way around them
and their bodies that work so well and the minds behind that you crave for and the emotion they have evoke
you prey along the damsels of distress but you're the hunter on their tales and the echoes of footsteps that never fade
slumbering along the plateaus of the golden envisages you had in your mind
"but we just hit the peak, think you could stay, maybe a-" "another week"
pressing the buttons, push you no further; of an elevator machine
"say how many people you think you could fit into this room"
dead or alive "about sixty, i believe"
souls are connected but the answers still out of your reach
but doomsday was brought on in the light of the day you
looked down at me
country blizzards are in; but i am still standing with sand in my bare feet
shocked are you my mortified honorary, you led me to faith in our beliefs
bewildered and stuttering, horror reflecting the screams of your skin
calm radish
restive locust
grim relic