what i've presented to you.
for me? a present?
yes, specially wrapped with love and care
and fear and happiness and other stuff that was on my mind at the time
probably because of you
i am so jaded
- ? -
logic and reason
these things i willed myself to have
i probably lied a lot, too
but so did everyone else.
and i guess that's my justification for digging my own earthy-covered grave
but becoming hesitant to lie in it
i'd rather just burn my secrets.
passion and instinct
such a pretty way to fall to ashes
and who doesn't want to go out like a light?
it's probably unfair that we can't have what we desire
even in death.
i used to love to sing a lot
but my voice was buried in smoke and chains
because i wanted to become what i wanted to be
and my throat was then parched and dry.
purity and healing
maybe things i'd like to achieve, in time, somehow, tomorrow or the next day...
but i'd rather keep going like i'm going now.
born, catharsis, never lived up to my name
and i made my own immune system weak with my behaviors.
beautiful? possibly. but only underwater
and now it's time to surface and begin to breathe.
intellect and energy
things i want, so why doesn't anyone else give a fuck about them?
i'm just tired of exhaustion, and not being able to think straight.
what good is intelligence when it becomes an insult?
but i promise i am a relativist.
so i'll stifle my next yawn
and puke out a term paper
and maybe then life will begin to ease up.
everything is just a part of a whole
and most things add up to two.
the elements speak a damn world about me
and what do they say about you?