Delusional ramblings.
Do you see all the Impurity?
I can’t tell the future
I wish I could just Lump
Into the past and remember
What love isn’t and beauty is
Sucking on a water melon blow pop
At three in the morning
On a Sunday, wishing
For just a drop
Of happy seclusion
Speaking in tongues
Destroying my lungs
With formaldehyde
Feeling like all feelings
Are a disease a plague
On the human race
Giving us joy
So that it can be
Sucked away
By fear and confusion
Everything on earth
Is an illusion
The truth is
That there is
No truth
One day we’re here
Then the next
Poof we’re dust
Flowing around
Currents of energy
Eventually taking us
Into the cool regions
Of space
Where nothing
Can make us cry
Nothing but pure
Cold black beauty
Uv Rays charge the essence
Of my soul
And teach me
The meaning of nothing
Which is everything
Painted into oblivion
For all time
Or lack there of
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