tightly strung relaxation.

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this lack of sleep is surely taking a toll on me.
but i am still here. an endlessly bothersome thing.
life needs to be a little more clear.
not that i was wondering.

i think i will take it from the top.
and we will need to turn it up loud.
i come from inside. i fell from my cloud.
we started slow.unknowing. unsure.
we went to fast....

i think i will stop.


words bore.
too many thoughts to ignore. i cannot touch them.
it is all so simple. that is what i am told.
words grow mold. they are bitter and old.
and my heart is cold.

and who the hell are you. sitting and reading somewhere.
none of this is real. i might as well be the air.
i could disappear.

i could leave from here.

and so predictable. you think to yourself.
such a simple rhyme.
sitting in your little mind. so petty and chained.
garbage filling your brain. one with no absolutes.
and morally weak. calling yourselves free.
from what. you cant answer me.
inextricably tangled and bound to society.
what is it you seek. freedom from what.

so many institutionally proud. such academic dishonesty.
pretense of knowledge is foolhardy. it is loud.
and vain. it is the test of me.

such fallen creatures we are. haha. all of us together.
such warmongers. so naturally. killers and haters.
life is our tether. we can never be free. forever.

till i die and am gone on that day. an endless sleep.
that is a promise i can keep. like sun brings the day.
one day. i will go away.