its livable,
its comfortable,
its manageable
for a periodic moment, release yourself into consistant blasphemy,
i am so weary, of being tired, of being weary
(of you)

unparalleled universe of me
take me upon a midnight ride
to fields of imagery and blank canvases
teach me how to paint trees with leaves
and backgrounds of faint symmetry

tell me when you will arrive at the station to bring me to the land of the lost souls, lost torment, broken hopes and fears of a newer them. a new life, a new release. somewhere where they can feel free. free to run, free to conquer. disintegrate their dreams, one by one. tethered disposition.

hold me closer, push push free.

mentality only takes me into its realm when i am sad and crying,