tutheny

I have visions.
I have ambition that could teach the most wise soul known.
Proud?
What is the there to be proud of, a wondering mind?
I have followed the greatest thoughout my years.
The greatest in my mind at least.
You can keep your gods.
I have mine.
Sharing has never saved anyone.
but who am I to speak?

Mynoph

Crisp white pearls explode from her neck.
So bright that any man, no matter to what his loyalty might be, would look.
I have the right to call her mine, yet I am ungrateful.
My curious mind holds me back.
As fucked up as that sounds, not a soul would ever understand.
My deepest thoughts would rape any mind.
For in my mind, perfection seems clear.
I touch perfection, I can feel it,
but never take it.
Maybe the gods hold me back.
Possibly my love for a single soul holds me back.
For her single soul.
For his single soul.
One of these dying days I will take hold of this perfection and never give any room for escape.
I will not share this day with anyone.
I am alone with my thoughts, that is perfection in itself.
but who am I to speak?

mistrin

Blond hair with a simple dress.
Give me 1940, give me a simple love.
A love that no man can break.
A love not classified as love but as a raw emotion.
In all honesty I am eager, maybe eager enough for the both of us.
Maybe so fucking eager that I dream of these moments.
I dream of you.
I dream of this.
but who am I to speak?

gasple

Abolish something for once, get rid of a simple measure of the past.
Let me have a slim piece of the puzzle to fit my fucked up thoughts into.

1893

I think I have become lost in my art.
The art of anger.
I should take my thoughts elsewhere.
To a place of long dresses and top hats.
A woman has showed me this place only once.
I would sell my soul to return.
Allow me to return.

I could make an entrance.
One that they will remember forever,
or maybe it should be an exit.
I should figure out my intentions first.
Yes, my intentions.
but who am I to speak?

Zutny

Simplicity has become an option for my everyday routine.
I walk throughout the city streets and view everyone as an alien.
Not an Immigrant, but an alien to my state of mind.
Unaware of who I have become and capable of.
When will my thoughts be worn as cloaks on the wise?
When will I surface to reign over the gods?
but who am I to speak?

Un-hyph

The days on this plantation have gotten slimmer.
I am losing hope, faith, and courage with every passing second.
Come save me now.
I'm not strong enough to push through.
Justice will be served to these people one day.
A day that I will not see.
I'm ok with that.
I know in my heart I deserved better, the best.
but who am I to speak?

Znyth

I should wear this lampshade for the rest of my days.
I feel beautiful for once.
It's a funny sight this lampshade.
I should try on a paper bag.
but who am I to speak?

Cometh

Perhaps I have been overcome, thrown out, and destroyed.
Standing in front of thousands, I fall to my knees.
I do not deserve.
I do not deserve.
I call to the gods, no help.
Sweat drops from the tip of my nose.
I have not wronged any of you!
I have only loved.
Myself.
Now I come to realize my fault.
I deserve.
but who am I to speak?

Cancade.

My actions show everything except what is acceptable,
for I am a free soul. I travel with the pioneers and sail with the pirates.
For now, I am a free soul.
My destiny will be accomplished due to the fact that I will make my own.
For once, I am a free soul.
but who am I to speak?

skid row

Cars ease by in cycles.
Moving closer and closer to the happy, never ending roads of lust in my mind.
Winding down until there is no more.
Buildings line these streets, each filled with lust.
lust, lust, and more lust.
Drugs, sex, alcohol.
Fill me up, for I am a fuck up.
Now I've had my share, I'm ready for my next share of love.
Fill me up, for a am empty.
but who am I to speak?

Abandon

Having the distance.
I have the distance of the world right next to me.
I am filled with emotion.
Smiling, looking around in amazement.
For this split second anything is possible, I am possible.
I have proven my every word.
but who am I to speak?

27th

A wave of innocence is rolling towards me at this very moment.
come quick, come quick.
Do you see it?
The view of the gods.
I have been waiting for this day for a decade of decades.
Wish upon me.
Wish upon me.
but who am I to speak?

Hills

For once I truely understand my importance.
I understand my being, my every state of mind.
This is rare.

I promise this is the last time I will I understand myself.
We are all going insane.

but who am I to speak?