Two worlds.

It is very difficult to reconcile;

when you held my hand

and promised, to show me the world,

and each night

in a different room

with my face pressed against the pillow

so that my cries may stifle;

with the hand that held mine,

that very hand which promised to show me one world,

You plunged and destroyed another.

 

The spoken word on our beautiful generation

Do i feel strongly,
About anything?
Nothing, nothing nothing
Not even strongly about this word
Repeating, singing repeating
for the sake of a cause I can no longer remember,
No longer care about anything but December
Why? Why?
It’s my birthday, that’s why?
Am i arrogant, selfish, conceited, like a teenage girl
Don’t care again, again
This I ask eveytime
You ask me anything
I have embraced the modern pop culture
Of not caring, of not giving a damn
Of not giving any fucks, of ain’t having no jam
Don’t care, did I say it already?
Well who cares?
Apparently no one
We’re a mass movement of anarchy
Of lost history and geography
born from fear, capitalism and a state of democracy
Is it democracy?
The lines are all blurring,
even my speech is s l u r r i n g
What an excellent way to show
I don’t care,
I dont care
I’ll be on my way
Going along a road, that has been well formed by the million footsteps that preceded me.
The long road not taken is
overrated, overrated
Hop on this bandwagon
We’re all sheeps of the same fleece
Raze us, graze us
We eat the same weeds, the same grass
Fiber, moral fiber. what is that?
We understand money,
Bitcoins, dollars and cash,
blank cheques and pots of gold,
There’s nothing here
the soul long sold
Don’t care, don’t care
empty flesh, empty heart
This is our end, and this is our start
We’re walled minds for humanity’s sake
We roll, smoke, snort and bake
Rotting skin and pink entrails
daddy’s dying in metal jail
Who cares?
None of us do,
We’re the blossoming generation
of a dying world.

I’ll kill you without meaning to.

My love will be your poison
You’ll die a death, most slow
But don’t you worry my love
Even you won’t come to know

Your desire will tear your veins
Your blood will flow free
And even on the path of self ruin
All you’ll want is me

Lovesick insomniac
is what you will turn to
Masochist that you are
You’ll like when my love will burn you

My darling you think I’m joking
when I warn you time and again
Stay away from me
Or our love will be your bane

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