Hear me you stinging parasite
If you don't get this
Cautioners with authortiywill sing you to sleep
you need meand
i need you
You weren't meant for sensitivity
or bleeding clarity
You're secular wisdom is born
in-between a melted heart
a split second of midnight sunrise
to reach that Gold knowing
a crashing into a hunger for great light
At first i asked
so what are you?
another personification of some angry emotion?
But that wasn't fair
back then i was a happy twin
asleep and lazy under covers
i would stage showswhere I ran around screaming
"look what art made me do!"
before shooting people dead
with gun-shaped fingers
but now
I'm addicted to panic
and naked sweet nothings
I care for rocking one million worries
i am afraid to utter darkness in conversations
and put a real gun in each production now
Wakeup your sleepy hands
to this sublime right-away
You saved my life
we need eachother to create life!
you might be about to say
"you are too much devil for me"
but that is because you are confused
you might be dying for MY map of your head
A map of delusional cities
but you are ruled by small print
and thoughts of anarchist dementia
you try to torch me
to burn away my sanity
even though you're addicted to me
even though i was made for fire
even though i won't burn
How self-fish of you
to believe in the meaning
of all your glass fears
How self-fish of you
to leave me standing
with no one to help me
kindle the fire
and tend the gardens
for creation
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