self-destruction
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Our life has many complexities,
Just for a fraction of second,
Think yourself as robust,
You have the potential,
To change the world
It begins as a small seed
Lodged in your ear
Blocking all sound
Soon, the roots spread
Little brown threads reach down into the canal
"Does it make you happy,
To burn the world around you?
To set everything ablaze and watch as chaos reigns?
Why?
When the Earth burns, you burn with it."
"That's the idea."
Imagination ruins and creates us,
We run with the wind or get blown behind,
Letting others distort our perception of the perfect image,
Searching for the one person to the end of the world,
We are enslaved
By ourselves
We are enslaved
By each other
No one is free
It is but an illusion
No one is free
It is a surreal idea
Freedom means
Put me together and pull me apart
Dissect my insides and play with my heart
Stiches will mend, and stiches will show
The part of me you probably don't want to know.
I developed a smoker’s cough in the last month or so
I try to make it cute by smiling a little apologetically
