Dead eyes

Oh to have lived!

Can’t you see, we are nothing

Life is fleeting,

Right before your dead eyes.

Won’t you wake up?!

Spring has sprung, the flowers are pretty again.

Even harsh waves still makes an exquisite picture.

Speak to me

You are barely living

Tell me you want more

This too shall pass, I promise.

Hold on to what you believed, just like you told me.

Remember when we lived life

The feeling of youthful bliss, cascading.

This sadness is a chore, my friend

there are holes in all of us,

but we must carry on.

I wanna stand here and whisper

As I should.

Go that way,

I will take the long way down

I will find my way around.

I saw a glimpse and I don’t like what I see,

The dissonance is draining, so

Am going back in, into myself

Basking in my solitude, sublime!

It takes a while to come back out,

So don’t hold your breath.

If i was a writer, i would write tragedies!

“This world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those that feel.”

Horace Walpole

In a dark room with surround sound music, playing alternative/indie music. Sitting in your favorite spot, relaxed, eyes closed and a little tipsy.

Peace/Torture

You should have known

Doing the right thing is a decision, which in many cases means you stand alone.
Sebastian Kurz

Ever went in so deep,

and fell so fast?

Then I took my leave,

I waited outside

now they all have questions in their gaze

I took it, and it was right!

The thrill of making a decision,

a decision they will never know about.

If I know one thing, is I cannot just be a peach.

Something gotta ease my mind.

I know my weakness but i have an armor now.