Some kinda dilemma

When the void becomes epiphany...
All the nights falling about while trying to sleep...
Don't happen anymore...
Because of the same feeling isn't there...
Not anymore,  because it's replaced...
With silence and responsibilities...
There may have been something noble dieing early...
I don't know if it was a conviction...
Or it was realizing your time has come to soon...
And your irritated by your irrelevance Till then...
Maybe it's because your words are cliche now...
That's some kind of dilemma...

No mornings

Don't want the sun to come up...
I'm not done trying to sleep...
Not done trying to be somewhere...
Tired of sitting in the dark...
Knowing morning comes...
With more work and stress...
Don't come back daylight...
Till I can rest somewhere...

legacy... /

soo much new madnes that arent in the words we know...
soo much of the iife beging nothing...
when does it start...
willl it be suave?
am i to be be the heat...
from the garbage from before...
willl i be forgoten in the passing of the wheels...
i have to be something...
even as a quip...
hopeing not to be someones joke

what we get

the battles of the past...
are the joke that keeps smiles straight...
for all the fights and madness of young life...
assurance of love is what makes the night easy...
after everry angry meaningless night...
soo much was to be alone finding some faith ...
but it was to be nothing...
after finding where  the point was from the beginging...
words, life, its beyond anything

Another burn

With the days that seem the same...
Everything burns into nothing...
Nothing is remembered against the heat...
Everything is the same....
Expecting things to last forever...
Tempting the slice of of another...
God only knows why...
That new madness would surface...

This structure

Structure means that I am a characture...
Of who I am,  with limits...
Something within a definition. ..
For all the madness that comes from this life...
Structure is the enemy  of what I am...
After the status quo  breaks...

Never light

Living on the far end of a metropolis,  lights don't ever end...
They always live on the horizon above the constant roads and houses...
In the rain, from behind clouds they always just live outside of reach...
It's like a haze of some dream that never goes away...
It's the never light is the hope that goes on like pollution...

The words and pictures stopped...
When the adventures stopped...
Life got slow and the heart planted...

Applause for the repeat

No options with all the potential...
Hoping to drink another stale beer...
Before the lazy burning sun comes up...
Same, same it always comes back...
Smile at the laughs and irony...
It's always the irony to hope...
There's always some chain when you struggle...
No one should drown with you...
During this joke...

No winter

Winter has not come...
There is no rest here...
The days always grow long...
Days are to long...
Especially when life goes on...
With or without you...
Still no winter, everything in light...

As it stands from humanity

Everything that has itself has been a simple plague...
A crutch to keep afloat, for the idiot I am...
Swimming and drowning both idiots truth...
This saga is yet to be written only with my blood

Generations and generations

In every step there is madness..
From the life that is lived...
Nothing is normal,  it's all  about the  experience...
Everything lived has been somebody's stupidity...
Living is to be a new stupidly...
A new adventure for life

Resilience

After all the fires are over...
The story doesn't end...
It goes on more solid and fights...
Nothing end till the story really ends...
By force of will, divine intervention...
This story goes on with a vengeance...
Everything learned,  true strength...
Life as it goes, without a care... as it should be...