Insanity, Thought In Sanity

Thanks to the basic premonition skills, we are able to see our future of despair in greater depth..
Instead of a meaningless forecast that is clouded by a veil of doubt, a mirror reflects upon our longing for solitude..
That, is what we get from the imagery that the puppets of morrow cast upon the white screen of blurry daydreams we intendedly watch every single moment of our lives..
Maybe the solitude is the mourning of the future sigh that engraves our soul in deep..
But the realization perplexes our mind in a different perception than the usual, probably because we want our problems to be our solutions..
Our great escapes are our graves that bury us deep in immortal anguish we have to face all alone..
The help by psychotherapists and people of that sort is futile..
The demand is for a friendlier deed..
A hug is thousand times worth than a word, and will be a patch for that bleeding soul..
Yet, the clot will not be produced by hemophiliacs, and the loss will be deadly..
Our hands will smother the pure existence and excavate the identity, leaving only a body in sight...

People will begin to point a finger,
and you shall find yourself in a sanitarium
Now, you have an adjective for yourself that you might proudly show to what's left of you: thousands of unknown identities hiding deep beneath you,
those who succesfully climbed up the staircases from the daydreams of eternity..

Hope

'Twas I who banished thy hope, says a voice and I look around..
Surrounded by void, my search was encapsulated by the simple darkness..
A shiver hit my body with a slam as I started to give a staccato vibration..

Before, I was covered in a blanket called hope, and I used to call it home.
I remember the tender colors touching my skin as joy fed me from it's breast..

Then one day all perished.. Someone took it all away from me..
Well, actually only hope..
But with hope, all else began to fall apart like faulty friendships.
I shouted at them, told them to come back,
Promised them that I was going to embrace hope once more!
But all was void without the hope
And sound didn't like the void that much
So it remained as a useless vibration in me that turned into shivers..

I was cold and afraid, left alone in darkness
A child sucking his thumb, expecting ghosts...

The ghastly images of my past appears as I try to find grounds to stick my head in like an ostrich..
But in void, there's nothing but blackholes..
And if you get your head in one, the head might stick out of your butt or anywhere in the void
Yet the ghastly images will confront and haunt you with joy..

I tried to lure them away with treats, scare them away by threats
All failed..
And now I confront the biggest enemy of all: the realization
that the life I roll through is one that I cannot interfere with the word "my"
One is an interstellar traveler and the other is a vegetable...
Haha, laughters of joy..
and a sudden despair..

Now I reside in no void,
As my thoughts are immobilized by the despair I am drowning in...

Masterpiece Boredoms Superiority

As we figure the disfigured hallucinations
The simplicity surrounds us again
Unarmed, we surrender..

We think, we think of a way to escape
We think too deep and drown in unrelated thoughts
A way lost, a scavenger hunt..

We breathe, we rather breathe to well that the nostrils inflate to a massive amount that I can stick my whole life in
As I am controlled by the ultimate boredom, I do so, and a panty sniff..
I am passed out with the chlorofication of a story unleashed..
Surprised to see that it was me that spat on the handkerchief I was holding on to
and now I was choking on my own saliva..
Strangest moments surrounds me
Coming out of ultimate simplicity..

Petitioning the unwanted dream to a restless infinity
I scramble in my own motion to lance the abscess..
The portals to my own nothingness prevails as a wave of blister shovels my will..
It's down, it's down, says the shouts, and I shout along
It's a dance party, everybody sits down..

My my, the unknown voice says...