5.28?.5
is anybody in there?
is anyone alive?
tell me how it felt when you were born
did you feel release?
or entrapment into a different eggshell?
what if all the world was a stage
and we all had different characters to play
for different settings?
what if the character i played
was nothing but an obscene realization that
nothing is quite as seems
would you die for me if i died?
would you take care of me
if i was incapable of doing it myself?
if anyone can save me
its you
im gettin in so deep
frozen in my play
my story
my world
now a different piece of paper
decides my fate
a sharply flavoured
beautifully vibrant
invitation for my death
why cant i ever let go?
why do i still fool myself into beliving
that im okay
cuz you'll come back to save me again
you've already saved me once
ive done nothing but
corrupt you in return
gone my gothic romance
gone, gone
entrapped into a different eggshell
did our souls divide?
which eggshell is yours?
i want to come join you in our misery
together we can put our troubles into a black eggshell
marked WARNING
open and feel the fear
the death
the escape of ourselves
who are we
if we are not our pain?
isnt pain more sacred than happiness?
does it not teach us more?
is not bliss a state, a stage
where everything else blends in with the shadows?
are we not ignorant in bliss?
do you ever
look out the window
and suddenly see my eggshell
surrounding the world around you?
do you ever get attatched to my eggshell lik ei get stuck to yours?
poetry and suffering
are they not the only essentials?
How do you know if you're really alive?
What is this burning from my fingertips?
it drifts away in the oppenness
this blessed energy-filled air
just the way
the smell of our sweat evaporating
after we soaked your bed
my heart's still in your command
if you ever gave it away
the simultaneous excitement and anguish
would shatter the hands of
anyone unworthy
we could be just like they are
we could escape
i think im ready to
i just wish youd come with me
how do you know when something's gone?
if you can still feel it
does it not exist?
or do feelings exist at all?
expand and contract
is that not what
EVERYthing does?
did you ever really love me?
the concept of love overpowers my brain
it opens up a big steel door to another dimension
are you still there?
our lives went by so fast
time really does speed up and slow down
science refuses to let us believe it
and what IS science?
experiments that someone with authority
said was correct
facts and figures
proven up to this point
i miss the warmth
of the eggshell we created
can i go back without you?
i doubt youll ever join me again
must i accept everything?
if i accept every single detail
can i ever initiate change?
what is this hating?
hate's just as confusing as love
What is beauty?
does it blind or enlighten us?
what's the difference between the beatiful
and the ugly?
All the world's coexist at the exact same time
exact same placement
in the sky
theres just different layers
only one you can see
the one that belongs to the physical world
music enlightens and inspires
takes us away
and brings us back
the truth of this world
......what is truth?
is it another eggshell?
what is the mind?
how is it manipulated?
or are we manipulating ourselves?
Questions, answers
every question can be answered an
infinite number of times
Paranoia, suffocation
what is it to breath?
do you ever even mention my name?
out of sight, out of mind
be gone with it
is that what you've done to me?
what is it to be enlightened?
what is sound?
where does it go?
What exactly does it do to us?
do you dream,
or do you escape to a different shell?
different existance, different play?
Do we stay the same or do we change?
At every instant,
every world
Are we different characters at different layers?
How can we rip off one to get somewhere else?
The Lizard squirms inside of me
just beneath the surface
my minions are still present
i can feel my hold over them
I can do anything
