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?