Shrinking Mouth

 

Everyone’s Smiling

 

But the people, they’re dying

You drive faster in your car

Yesterday’s crying

And it comes reminding

 

Everyone’s burning

No, not me... but—m my eyes are

Melting and my mind is walking

Across the floor

 

Imaginary voices led me here?

What language do the animals speak?

Sometimes words don’t articulate the grief.

 

 

 

 

Lost

 

I am lost in my own delusions

A grandiose world where people accept me

A realm where life won’t abandon me

A place where I can finally play my part

Why leave this world

When all that exists outside is painful

All the colors fade and only grey remains

I’d rather see the best of people

Not the beasts that they turn into

For now, let me see peace

And later, I’ll traverse that jungle

I am lost in my own delusions

And I choose not to be found

Another Monday

 

Moments that just fly by—

Like a passing rain

It never seems to settle

The puddles they never form

The swell times are never here

They’re gone

My reluctance to move on

I’m out of touch

My clothes fit wrong

I’m sick and tired of suffering for so long

But what can I change?

How can I rewrite this song?

It’s impossible to say when I sit here

Unharmed

Looking to facilitate, not appreciate

Life’s charm

And so, another Monday passes

I am insane.

 

 

Creep

 

Anguished, diminished

A faraway laughter

Warm, yet tattered

When everyone is inspired

The seeds of doubt transpired

Finding innocence is all too sudden

Impoverished and deep in the mire

 

So, find a sign to keep going on

A person to admire

A taxi zone which never has a rider

A forlorn obituary that my soul desires

Kept in a box with no chance of escape

We search for something to break

A benevolent song that might shake

Or perhaps a love, waiting at the gate

Its cold and bleak, this world that we reap

Black and white, with no hope in sight

 

Creep.

Echo Effect (J3-2023)

 

ECHO EFFECT

((( Diesel smells pretty good but it’s weird to tell people that sometimes

                        So, I went to the internet today— all day

                        Everyone has something to say

                        Now “I hate your guts” for some reason, no delay

                        A militant front –I am a vital part of the unit!

                        Keyboard warrior Unit [{771}] “We have fun!”

                        Yeah, we have some fun

                        Throw caution to the wind

                        Is it really a sin?

                        To be memorized online?

                        Isn’t it divine?    

                        To have no one by my side…