The Traveler

There is water for the traveler of this desert.
Chained in pessimism, unbroken for two years.
Withered and rusted, though its strength knows no bounds.
He cannot drink, he watches, with the aid of pure eyes.
Thirst evapourates his mind, although disturbingly he holds the key.
A pocket so deep, he dares not reach through empty space.
This water is eternal, only if he finds the courage to drink.
Fearing dried oceans of past, he waits to drown in the hourglass.
Death savours victory, whilst life devours in greed.
So the sands pass faster, and he drinks from his tears.
Beauty is seen no more, as eyes are plucked for someone else.
But we will just say it was a mirage, spare his mind.

Shhhhhh

Shhhhhh. If you keep quiet. You might just pass through life unnoticed. Like the spiders underneath your bed. Just walk, asleep, for your life. Just dont get hurt from the monsters underneath your head. Rip out your throat, you wouldn't want me to do it for you, im famous for fingerpainting. I had a positive review from my art in the kindergarden. The police love a good show. So keep quiet, and you might just live to die older.

I am me, you are me, we are me

This isn't a public service announcement, but it might just help. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. Leave this place. Go, for this voice is about to explode. Ten, nine, eight... Pitty I could never make it to seven. Let me re introduce myself as a "friend", one which you have known. I tell you what to do. I grin as you are subjected to my will. I'm the one responsible for your malcontent, and it is also me, responible for making you happy, just to... Take it away. I endulge. I am I. I am you. I am what you see. You will never be me. But you like to think you are. Actually, I'd like to re introduce myself as you. I hate my life, I despise my existence. I was only raised to make somebody pretend to be happy. I do not make joy, I make mistakes to hate myself. It's about time introduce yourself. My name is Alexander Thankyou, now, if you would kindly shut the fuck up, I'd like to continue... GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT.GET OUT. GET OUT. Thankyou. There is an abundance of shit in here. Did your mother never wash your mind with soap and water?

Clocks in a Basement

Is it wrong to mourn the death of me When its only 6 O clock Soon enough it might be 7 Not like i check my watch Have you checked yours It might just be... twenty past eight Why am I full of hate Mabye I made a wish On too many stolen stars But they still shine at me If you look closely, oh how they laugh But I'd like to get back to the task at hand 10:10 how I'd love to see you again

So, i found a new toy it seems. OH FUCKING GOD I WANT IT. I can see im just being a child I'm not blind Unlike you BUT I FUCKING NEED IT the main thing i ask does it want me aswell Does the puppet love its master Is it realy pulling my strings Why do i ask questions? SHUT THE FUCK UP I'VE BEEN SOLD TO IT Like an addict to heroine Dont take me away or ill take your eye, your television too. Who even said you could come here Dont make me escourt you out Nicely :)