My inner world blossoms anytime I want.
Surreal thoughts
Dead Inside
Surreal thoughtsWhat path are you walking?
I have
No reason to explain the illogical path I am walking
Drawing water from a well, turning on a tap
These all bring the same results
Walking from A to B can take hours or days
Though road is littered at the sides
Travelling through a seamlessly clear path
Unaware of the waste we pass
Drawing water from a well
Draws more breathes
Than when I turn on a tap
One place will make me ache
Another will push me to intoxicate
Each will make me sleep
Each will
Wake me up blind
And go to sleep awake
The day passes by
My thoughts
Dwelling on my mistakes
Sweet Talking
Life is real, Surreal thoughtsKeep sweet talking to me…
I SEE OH I SEE THAT LOOK IN YOUR EYE OH WHAT A LOOK THE ANGER I SEE COULD MAKE FLESH COOK BUT WHAT I HEAR OH DEAR WHAT I HEAR YOU KEEP SWEET TALKING ME KEEP THAT SWEET TALKING KEEP THAT SWEET TALKING COMING THOSE SUGAR WORDS TASTE FOUL AND I KNOW THE PAST YOU TOOK THE PRESENT YOU LOOK AND THE FUTURE WON’T BE THE SAME YOU KEEP SWEET TALKING ME KEEP THAT SWEET TALKING KEEP THAT SWEET TALKING COMING THOSE SUGARY VOWELS HOWL THE PAST YOU TOOK THE PRESENT YOU LOOK AND THE FUTURE WON’T BE THE SAME
Mould it, Shape it
Surreal thoughtsI open the door… off I go… I go back to my inner- self. The nature is calling me, I want to abandon the necessities of existence and embrace the simplicity of my own immaculately woven world- made of intricate loops joined together in a chain of bitter happiness.
Is anxiety a curse or a gift? Maybe both. I was born this way, cursed or gifted? Incurable disease- they would call it many years ago, they would lock you up in the mental institution for being different? What has changed now? The fact that you are different, you can shape it and mould it the way you like. If you look for an affordable mental counseling from the government you won’t receive it unless you are border line suicidal. Cutting costs, you are just a number in the system. Shape it, mould it, live it.
Freedom of Speech
Surreal thoughtsI refuse to obey social and cultural customs
I make my own rules
I follow them
I cherish them
Nobody can change my thinking
Nobody can change me as a person
I’m the master of my own revolution
Tea
Surreal thoughtsLet the tea caress tired and battered soul.
Sweet like Hell
Surreal thoughtsSweet like Hell
Bitter like Heaven
Chocolate mousse like mixture overflowing my brain.
Grey Thoughts
Surreal thoughtsGrey thoughts are blooming in my head like rotten apples dying in the tree. Drops of rain falling on my face keep me awake. I try to fall to sleep but I can’t because being in a coma doesn’t sound appealing to me at all. I don’t feel myself anymore. I’m just a machine who is programmed to live among other people. The last ounce of human carcass in my heart admires the nature. I’m sleepy and I’m tired. Goodnight Misery. Welcome blissful state of mind.
Colours of my Soul
Surreal thoughtsColours of my soul are enhanced by an invisible touch of music notes floating in my overloaded mind.
Dear Mother
Surreal thoughtsRotten flesh that was left behind my deluded soul. Open wounds and neverending grief courtesy of mental paranormal activities. Unscattered exposed brain presented to the world in the most mesmerising way.
Don’t laugh at me.
Leave me alone.
You don’t understand me.
Don’t change me.
You’ve failed to do it mother.
Rage. Sadness. Anger. Why can’t you understand me? Perhaps you are trapped in your own world while feeding of others like a fucking parasite. Compensating me for your self-appaling ignorance materialisticly won’t console your guilty conscience.
Don’t laught at me.
Don’t ignore me.
Leave me alone.
Let me breath.
You don’t understand me.
Don’t change me.
You’ve failed to do it mother.
Surrounded by demonic potency of the Inner-Self I reach the Garden of Eden. I skipped the Purgatory.
Surprised?
Such an incessant matter of you being constantly unlucky and dissapointed in your own existence. I acquired freedom from my sins.
Don’t laugh at me.
Don’t ignore me.
Leave me alone.
Let me breath.
You don’t understand me.
You’ve failed to do it mother.
I won’t return your love because you were frozen when I needed you the most.