𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙃𝘼𝘿𝙊𝙒𝙄𝙉𝙂 what is a life without a witness? and where does one’s sensibility start and ego end? a growing discontent. for the sake of connection the nameless masses swallow us whole. a cry for individuality pierces the crowd - all elbows - it separates and divides… and at what cost? a wave mounting, the swell before the break. information sculpts perception, and so it approaches. fill a moment brief you scrape the surface as if it would mind your life a scratch on crumbling walls of time a lifetime of chance yet devoid of meaning so you say conceited claim you float in circles, and never see why your life a speck on tumbling oceans wide as if it would mind just as time leaves you blind as if you would mind ungratified act an ocean of fragments what is it that you seek? viewed from high above it out of the shackles out of the throes of time fill a moment quell ten thousand pointing hands one tick at a time fill a moment a temporal place to stand as if i would mind i won’t even ask why

𝙋𝘼𝙍𝘼𝙎𝙊𝙈𝙉𝙄𝘼 mimic shapes of lifeless thing neither man nor beast sons of somnus given wings helmsman set a course to dream sleep on dreamer lose all sense and dream skillfully be tormented aegri somnia fitful laugh unconsciously sleepwalk overboard mid-dream sleep on dreamer lose all sense of talents that you overestimate fueled on vested grandiosity somnus beckons i stay my course dogged and unyielding teeth clenched hold defiantly i won’t give in

𝙁𝙍𝘼𝙂𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙎 𝙊𝙁 all this time sick of waiting sidelined by passivity something grand sweeping changes overnight your life’s not as you would see fragments of stars pale they flicker out of reach stranded afar roll over, back asleep in the sky this kaleidoscopic light betrays unearthly unease hall of mirrors in the spyglass shifting spectral fantasy to a mind the superior lie touts evaporating dreams warped fragments long faced with myself in all i see warped fragments sharp angles at best all i could be if only i could reach those spheres (warped fragments) those inaccessible ideals revealed (long faced with myself exert a change but drowning oceans fill my head (warped fragments) this heavy weight, I’ve been misled again (long faced with myself) a twisted fate

𝙐𝙉𝙒𝘼𝙆𝙀 ...ending a moment at a time comatose a stolid void spread across my torpid chest inborn strains bury me in stale repose each silver lining bleeds into a barren dawn shrouded ruins foreshadowing its very own demise bleed into me clearly oblique, tongue tells the tale unsaid for too long, tasteless and stale spit it out wake in smothering distress finding myself unwake moldering through life ending one moment at a time monochrome dead the cyclic dance that breeds disparity light and shade smeared in gray taint this home each silver lining bleeds into a barren dawn shrouded ruins foreshadowing its very own demise bleed into me clarity speaks, a double-edged blade held to my throat solace unmade cruel the forge clarity speaks, a double-crossed shame here at the brink, purposes grave as they fall wake in smothering distress finding myself unwake moldering through life ending a moment at a time

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙑𝙊𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙓 doldrums, doldrums have their hold on me doldrums, doldrums mirrored stagnant sea doldrums, doldrums have their hold on me dragged out of apathy lost in raining oceans all surround what escape and so you tempted tampered with fate silted, muddied with waste at this slurried rate sifting waters propagate aimless i found myself flailing in vain doubtless the pull of storm a challenge to anchors i've kept tied so tightly swept along by motion illusory without storm what of a life remains? lungs collapse in as the world implodes latent spiralwithout has its hold on me latent spiral self-wrought suffering it's a life in circles, the same problems spiral round and over again. (latent spiral) a cruelty, that you've fallen for estrangement wrapped in the guise of the beneficial. (self-wrought suffering) to repeatedly pursue the catalyst of your own suffering welcomes disaster. (latent spiral) a sliver of hindsight could stem the rising tide, but you've cut those binding memories free to your detriment. (fractured memories) and now in the heat of the moment, the eye of the storm, the rush of water will not be overcome. (latent spiral) fragments of memories haemorrhage. disoriented and disillusioned, either cauterise or bleed out at the bottom of an ocean of emptiness. (has its hold on me) it collapses, your perspective swept along by motion illusory without storm what of this life remains? breathless i float at the mercy of waves knotted cords held in hand a vestige of anchors i’ve mindfully cut free at what cost so you confine yourself to an ache chosen not to abate in your desperate state sifting waters propagate grains of sand unsettled ocean floor doldrums, doldrums have their hold on me

𝘼𝙏𝙊𝙉𝙄𝘼 i walked on in ageless sand these swirling eddies worn down fell without feet incipient waves of distraction spit out from the eye of the storm the comforting voice of an anger grown cold before wondering how to fathom the depths ignored knees deep sinking can’t see what awaits me grasping empty constantly i you batten down and note it well you eroding constantly on edge all but deplete fortitude it mocks me sense of my own travesty, i malignant a breakdown of motive i’m thrown to the wind battered down an atrophied life unconsidered curse this anemic resolve to fathom the depths ignored you baseless fool a gnawing - tell you eroding travesty of self

𝙋𝙄𝙏𝘾𝙃 𝘽𝙇𝘼𝘾𝙆 waking relieved in this place i find my mind released cosmic it stirs in the night the itch that gives you grief a crack superficial the walls tremble with rumbled vibrations as it bubbles out of conscious reach doesn’t want to be found scratching - an itching under my skin can't find the strength to begin and i know it won't last for long again we meet the fragments of a troubled mind i search for a hope to cling to tenuous ray of light on pins and needles one wrong move will all end in disaster as it stews feel the pressure increase but it needs to be found scratching - an itching under my skin can't find the strength to begin and i know it won't last for long disastrous motions and actions disastrous consequences but you’re sleeping rooted in hell I reach for heaven tragic idealist you’re deluding yourself caught in the lies perspective abides viscous an ink all-consuming your mind just out of reach far from the heaven imagined can’t wipe it off blacker it smears still you shiver when it starts to itch (do you see the planets...) have you looked at it lately wizened, scabby and old (...as they weave in and out of alignment) picture sits in the attic baring its teeth, baring your soul we we we fall we we we - we fall tragic idealist you’re deluding yourself caught in the lies perspective abides viscous an ink all-consuming your mind just out of reach far from the heaven imagined can’t wipe it off blacker it smears still you shiver when it starts to itch just out of reach far from the heaven imagined i turn the page the ink spills a splatter on the crisp sheet if only

𝙄𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙐𝙎 𝙍𝙄𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙂 this day - seize its warm throat in your hand while the sunlight’s blinding got a black eye staring from the inside out but you won’t hide it make a solid plan come what may trust as little as you can future is ever a changeling got the sunlight in my eyes won’t be taken by surprise by all the thoughts i minimize ignite - it’s just a spark away top down, with the sunlight in your eyes don’t you find it blinding? racing headlong to Byronic posterity but you don’t mind it make a solid plan come what may trust as little as you can future is ever a changeling got the sunlight in my eyes won’t be taken by surprise by all the thoughts i minimize ignite - it’s just a spark away seize the spotlight as i drive i won’t be taken by surprise headstrong i criticize ignite - it’s just a spark away and drive leave it behind slow it down while I have time i’ll give it my all carpe diem quam minimum credula postero got the sunlight in my eyes seductively the highs tempt, in vain i minimize ignite - it’s just a spark away see my spotlight as i fly won’t be taken by surprise soaring high into the skies icarus feathers melt away carpe diem quam minimum credula postero where are you heading to?

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙄𝙈𝙐𝙇𝘼𝘾𝙍𝙐𝙈 willfully you forge discomfort as you mimic your disguise foster your own craving for this fallacy to thrive downward drags the latent spiral insidiously draining you you’ve grown accustomed to the semblance a vicarious way of life you deify the simulacrum a lie so you confine yourself to this toxic frame with a lifetime on the line as the scum floats to the surface swept away before your eyes cheshire cat, that glasgow smile insidiously leers at you too late to turn back now a maelstrom too deep if i look in the mirror who will i see? too late to turn back now this maelstrom too deep if i look in the mirror will i see me? hopeless you scrub the surface instead of what's inside held captive by an audience a slave to your mind's eye look at me crumbling with time marching ever onward, it builds - that constant pressure to live up to the false standards that you have set upon yourself for the world to see. the meticulously controlled, compulsively groomed public perception of self slowly overtakes your faltering understanding of reality. breeding discontent, you tread water in the hope that maybe one day life will flow stronger and greater as a natural consequence of sheer effort. there's no one left to show, no room for any warm-blooded, bodied entity but yourself to fill the screen. insular, your quest - a scream into the void, an unavoidable solipsistic death-cry of narcissism. (and so it approaches) forsaking the value of true connection you stare into the dark, endless cycle of dopamine dings and pixeled affirmations. and the world implodes to a single point.