Broken Thoughts… Pleasure From The Pain…

A life lived is a life lost
The loneliness doesn’t start willingly
But it only grows over time
Unrequested but here we are
Making the best of the only situation
Slowly dying, no time to fight the need
Keep going for it is the only way to be
Please tell me one more time
How to fucking feel in my head
Please tell me one more time
How normal I’ve always been

That would be really embarrassing… Getting your ass kicked by someone taking a shit…

Time after time
Think this time the words will stick
Changing circumstances has never proven
To result in an overall difference
Drown me, distort me, take it all away
If being me was part of some plan
I’m good, rejection of an idea
Think this time I may have found the answer
Before the question
What the fuck am I even doing here?
Pleasuring myself from all the pain
Smiling, opening wide, taking it all with a laugh
Never thought I’d figure it out
Took less time then I had
Always in a hurry
Smashing through the words
Is there a deeper meaning? I’m sure
As sure as I know it doesn’t matter

Shh… truth is like glass… solid until it cracks…

Waiting in the dark
For anything to happen
A spark of thought
The world to fucking end
Up for anything at this point
Anything other than this
Waiting for the darkness to go away
Better luck drowning myself in a river of shit
Biblical and subversive
Makes no sense but who am I to complain
Never meant to be anything more
Than who I am

There always seems to be some discussion going on about what is too far… too much… we push limits… that is what we have been designed to do… drawing a line in the sand… comes off only as a new bench mark to what we can do… should we though?… when is too far… too far?…

Then it comes down to what we are capable of… anything we are told… stacking the bodies against the odds… it would appear true… we wanted to fly… so we did… we wanted to touch beyond the sky… so we did… we want to take another planet… and we will… an idea… like a spark… takes more than one… what we are capable of… good or bad… isn’t limited to just one… that’s a scary thought…

No one has ever been successful on their own… yet we strive to separate ourselves from everyone else… to rise ahead of the pack… to become the leader… I know that there is something here to what I am saying… can’t put a finger on it… the power isn’t in the individual but the collective?… one’s success doesn’t represent them but us all?… if this is true… why does it never feel that way?… living life at the bottom has never felt like living a life at all… cog in the machine… a thought buried inside us all… What are we really capable of… if we all come together?… the ants figured it out… nature figured it out… and we can’t figure out what to do with all this progress… maybe too far wasn’t far enough…

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