Survive me.

Conclusion.
What is this ending an intro to?
Conclusion.
I have the answer.
Here it is:
I will NEVER have the answer.
I have my hopes, my dreams.
Yet reality holds down my hot hot..hot air balloon.
but who am I to speak?

Carpets

Whisper.
I am afraid.
I am afraid of the outcome of these thoughts, these images.
Come back to me.
Come to me.
Come.
Although the trust is gone, I am wanted,
and I still want.
Paint me a picture.
Write me a book.
Slowly I will fall in love.
Again.
but who am I to speak?

Waste.

I am calm.
I know not what to think or to say.
Trust has failed me.
Trust in it's self has proven ever theory I have created.
Now I can finally have comfort in destroying them.
Them all.
Them all.
You can have that comfort.
I don't want it.
Trust can fuck you over too.
Just wait.
Wait for justice.
Although calm, I still answer to the call.
The call of jealousy, hate, anger.
Call me close.
I will follow.
This is finished.
Finished.
but who am I to speak?

free

Your on my mind.
You murdered me.
Kill
Kill
Destroy
Calm sweaty palms.
The same question.
over and over and over.
I dont know you say.
I say your a whore.
Lying Whore.
I love you.
but who am I to speak?

awaken

Heaven clears its waves.
Holding onto what is really valuable.
What is valuable?
What is to hold on?
I am deeply sorry.
but who am I to speak?

Substance.

This is ruin.
This is over.
Fall apart, for me.
Please.
but who am I to speak?

Come down.

Habits.
Become my habit.
Become my addiction.
Raw and pure, I miss this.
but who am I to speak?