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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