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Spacecoon!
Spirit Talk.
I feel as a child i was labeled as the ghost boy
never played with others, never shared a toy.
Thats why i do not fear the voices that comfort me at night
The silent echoes of your voice guide me through my own plight.
I howl with the moon dog beckoning for my love Luna
although she burns softly like the coal of a hookah.
I want to live life like a feature film on the big screen
although the ghosts beckon that i should work on big dreams.
I talk to the spirits for they know me by my name
They treat me like a king but one without a mane.
insanity becomes a collective to me at night
It bathes over me like lunas white light.
I talk to the spirits they speak in tongues but i do not fear it.
They know me as family that is why no one is able to hear it.
Gnaw at my ears like a newly born pup
play with my hair until i've had enough.
I talk to the spirits until luna has left
with nothing else but heat on my neck.
They are one in the same just all parts of me,
and they all want a say of whats displayed on the screen.
Cherry blossoms
Sometimes i live like im stuck on the gas pedal
no way to control just flying in a box of metal.
im lost in the wind like the first spring cherry petal.
my mental excavation causes a reaction towards detonation.
explosion of capacity's leaving my cerebellum now vacant.
i feel a big swell of energy like an under water volcano
heating me from the inside causing me to burp up tornadoes.
i feel as if the waves of life have compelled motion in my knees.
I've spoken to the world and it set me free like the flowers of a cherry tree.
Restlessness
Im not an insomniac but i feel restless.
about the fact that possibilities are endless.
Like how my future is effected by my send list.
The man who said "anything is possible ment this".
About the future, about tomorrow, i find myself restless.
Time to change the components of my reality.
change is imminent in how i interpret the world through my 6 senses, ive been feeling mad weird lately too the point i dont even know who is actually inside of my own body. I dont know what to think of it, but I hated the way everything was I wonder who'll miss me when im completely gone my mind is fading and i dont know who'll replace me when im gone. hopefully he's a badass.
Clarity.
Im begging for some help im lost within disparity.
and sparingly im looking within, for some clarity.
My eyes are dark like the clouds that surround me.
How I can see to me is surely just astounding.
Melancholy is the tone that i hear resounding.
Honestly, im thinking about the very end constatly.
Praying that deaths kiss would soon come onto me.
It's scaring me, how I have no clarity.
fading.
I feel myself fading,
my mind is disintegrating.
my doubts, elevating.
im getting a death craving.
I'm sorry what?
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damn bby girl you str8