*Day 14,511
I hope I’m still here when you read this
I’m not the writer, but I’ve become the movement
That tore out my needs
I beg for the performance, and I never thought I would
The dark water
The horrid swells
The heart pounding stroll that opens a box
That always hid deep beneath my scattered eyes
I beg for the performance, and I never thought I would
The dark water
The horrid swеlls
Human is hell
I’ve tried to ovеrcome this
Their hands keep dragging me down this hill
Human is hell
It seems to be miles long
Years long
But we will “break on through” as he once said
Looking over the horizon
I realize that this is irrelevant
This is a small blip in the spectrum of our lives
Life
Human is hell, love is heaven
Life
God is sound and the sound still flows
Praise the uncertainty and collective brain
Life
Human is hell
Human is hell and we are accepting
Human is hell
Group initiation to help ourselves
Mentally
Telepathically
“Sometimes I wish I was dead”, is what was said
I realized the words came from my head
We are not meant to survive here
Leave your worries and your memories are not invited
Praise the uncertainty and collective brain
Collective brain
Grab my hand and we will see the future
Admiring the sanity that keeps us human
The day dissolved
With bleak reasonings and wretched smiles
Breathe in fresh air as nature keeps warning us
Never take this for granted
We have destroyed and we will pay for what we have done
Human is hell
The air has been smoke, and the sun hides
As if its somber reflection could not face what we have achieved:
Destruction
Abomination
It’s in our wiring
Giving new life to the apparatus
I hope I’m still here when you read this
I’m not the writer
I’ve done nothing with time
A viewing glass so divine
Intwined in a fountain of evaporated youth
Admiring the sanity that keeps us human
The day dissolved
Sing with me, for today is gone