timeworms
Guard yourself, pull up fences so high above and hang them with strings that won't ever break. Crystal threads that cities depends on to keep them above the wasteland their society creates. We'll box in the threat, we'll put up the walls. Tear down the barricade.
Strung out. Wait until the poisons that you take to feel so light take over and blow your veins to pieces. Stringing lies and comfort through your veins like christmas lights. Shine pretty soul shine, you're all finished. The rush is gone, the fun is gone, the comfort is gone. Desire's come back, you're just strung out again.
mythology is a funny thing, the religion of old times. a pantheon of gods that would watch over the stars with crystal omnipotent eyes. they were no better then us, they ruined themselves in such a human fashion just as we did, the myth of perfection has long since snaked it's way through our lives.
Guilt drips down your throat like muddy poison, killing your soul and your spirit. Wondering where we've been and where we'll go after what you've done, how could you do this? I don't know what to say anymore, but I hope your dreams rot in a hell far worse then anything the human imagination can think of, one only possible for a greater conscious to comprehend.
we're so common place, accepting what is and what is not with the idea that we are subjected to come what may. why can we not change what is common? why can we not act within ourselves based on our desires, our thoughts, our feelings. why must we accept this norm as our own? we can live by our own rules, become uncommon ingenious unacceptable unwanted. that's fine, we have what we will want.
Welcome to the way things will be for the rest of your life, watch the way the wind tumbles around you. Salute yourself to the sous of everything dark in your heart, beware of what you're going to be. No one has any idea what's going to happen anymore, no one knows what will be. Just wave away the world and hop onto a boat that'll carry away your dreams.
we all follow trends, we're all part of a long line of crystal souls, some which sparkle and some which falter. we all follow what we see, all follow what we know, all follow what we want. why do we not just float off into time and space and existence? fall away from the world of stars and thoughts and feelings and become part of the trend, let's all just get fucked.