Death to your kingdom

Things are never perfect. Nor the way I'd like them to be. And it really really does hurt to care for people sometimes.
The closer I get the more I realized why I had once run away. But I whispered a promise to you in a noisy world and pledged my duty. No other task is more important to me anymore.

You have not forgotten how to love yourself you simply don't know how to. And all those wise words which held me back were the most ingenious defences I've seen in a person. And I thought I was clever. So the mother has died and so may the child (but what of the child's child?). You can always change your name to create another step between you and people but only at great risk of further confusion to yourself. I want you to know there's more out there. I've seen it. First hand I've seen it. So much more.

Once was, now am

You know where you end up when taking the usual steps. It's up to you to whether or not you do... Even if it means standing in the same place for a while before taking an alternative.

I personally have violent and aggressive tendancies toward that thing that calls itself "myself" so it no longer dares to send panic attacks my way. A necessary evil toward it and myself to stop allowing it to hurt others and my actual self.

I scan the crowd wondering how you could dissapear so easy.

I brought Death to my Kingdom and from the ashes and corpse's grew a purified experience and thoughts. My perception and decisions brought me... Away from there.

I'm not a blunt instrument. I know where I ended up allowing things out of my control to get to me and will not allow it again.

- Sleeps

Reception

He felt kind of empty when she said they hardly knew each other as he always thought she knew him better than anyone else in the world... So what does that say about him?

His ideas of love either matured or dulled. He still deeply beleived in it just thought being in love was infactuation when love itself was based on a profound friendship along with duty.

But he's glad this place is noisy as hell. He couldn't take listening to any of them so fuck it walk the long route home and wave his hand like a wand.

He wishes he could connect with her... But the reception is shit

- Sleeps

metallic skin and soft claws

the sunlight reflects, warms my skin and burns my heart
i slip into this obsessive creature and forget all others around me
i know too many words will shut you down
i know starvation will cause bite marks on my arm
... I eventually give up inside and my soul speaks for itself. i am not fluent in its language but sure it is urging its love
i like our dirty history, it gives us grit. metallic skin and soft claws
i shake my head and try to forget it, got work to do...
i do not wish for anything anymore, just smile and feel privileged to see you

Smoothness kills so I shall die

The smoothness of her skin made him giggle. The only thing that made sense was that they were nonsense...
A call to action gave a heavy soul a lift and we laughed for ages
Man fuck these people and our expectations of ourselves the only time I've been happy is to kill all needs from my life. She and he were just two of them. I could grab the sky If only the murder stopped grabbing me...


- Sleeps

Hark

Those clouds are dark!
But they're yet to come
Your hand on heart
Your screaming next to some
Ow run ow run ow none
Ow no one

Gal angel, hark!
But they're yet to shun
Their hand on heart
He's dreaming when it comes
Ow run ow run ow none
Ow no one


- Sleeps

Between Moments

He found love between the moments.
Which was difficult around people, especially those contantly rushing to the next. Not that we could sit still for very long, infact it was quite rare he did. He'd never rush moments but sure never settled for a minimal amount. For years he laughed of the comments of place and space. Never felt the need to justify since he never saw insight came with the prompted way of engagement. But between moments were lonely as no one ever ventured there. He wasn't sure whether he needed to search or to invite...


- Sleeps

I don't need to know you love me

'I don't need to know you love me'
He stood there and didn't know what to say. At first he took insult he then took shame. A heavy hurt weighed on his heart. He decided to walk away.
He thought to himself give people what they need as they should get want they want for themselves.
The women never put to rest his need but he still watched her undress as she stops to say
'I don't need to know you love me'
'But I could be a more important part of your life... Ah well fuck you I'll take what I want too' so we walked and took some of her pride.


- Sleeps