The Sky

The world is repenting

And thoughts go to dust

The Lords are rejecting

Their Inside Lust.

The world reconstructing

The broken amends

Together we're facing

The Faceless Trends.

The world is announcing

That sin has repent 

Its own reconstructing

Denouncing amend.

I attend. Chairs are empty around

I attend...

The world is rejecting

The new thought aligned

That seemed like the old

That in scrolls couldn't find.

The history re -

Where. Re -

Re -

- peating, - penting its Eye.

I am recon -

Recon -

...

- structing, - necting

The Sky.

To X

There is no hope,

There is no light.

Turn your back

And fucking fight.

Sign.

As embers turn into dust,
And thoughtful turns into rust,
I've breathed too many ways,
Year 20. Please cancel the days.

Sitting still on the same roof.
No sign of stars, I'm shining aloof.
The breath that was taken away,
Took a whole world,
Without a place for me to stay.

Smile, you're the same.

People think that the different ones in this century

Are not oppressed.

People think that if you're quiet and smile,

You're happy and not depressed.

When you walk outside, dressed nice,

You're beautiful. It's not a disguise.

Of how you actually feel.

That you're barely keeping things with your family,

That doesn't really like you, nor cares about things you feel.

Like a Stockholm syndrome, but not a diagnose.

"You are just different, you don't need a dose."

You walk those streets smiling,

But you just feel numb.

Yet you show that emoji of a thumb.

It's all fine, all nice, sugar and spice.

Unaccepted for how you really are,

Forever a weirdo in a disguise.

Go on - throw a dice,

How today will be sunny and nice.