☆hands of fate☆

Hands placed through

Loops of deafness

Eyes of narrow

And hands might

Move wrong

And then

We'll all 

We'll all be done 

For every light

That passes 

The fear enhances

For every breath

Chemical wreck

By being behind

The machine

The wheel

Of someone

So 

So

Stupid

Eaten

Swallowed

And pecked by birds

How can someone 

Be of someone

Like that someone

With sticky

Stained hands

And a head

Twisted and pulled

A head

Without human

☆sheep☆

We bleed into

The paper

That we hold

Marked and slasched

We stand maltracted

In our hands

The books 

The wheels

Are sticky

With all we are

With all we have

And its never 

ever

red enough

 

Never red enough 

For the measuring tape

The tests or the scales

And never warm enough 

For the pumping 

Of the machine

Mark our numbers 

Though outnumbered

A farmer

Controlling

Its inferiors ears

Put us

In our place

Through fences of thorn

needles and nails

We are

Ripped of bone and spine

Treat us 

Like sheep

Since you 

were born a swine

no one could play forever

As a child

I learnt

Dead kids

Live in the mud

And like fishes

And bugs

No one

Could play forever 

☆a copy of a copy☆

Walking through walls of people

Waves of strangers

Mats of matter 

Swimming through life stories

Diving deeper

Countless terretories

And the first lagoon reminds me

Of the next

The first coral

Of the last

The strangers

I see them in eachother 

I see them mirroring

on the surface of the sea

Like starfish

One but the same recepie

Masses of static 

from lots radiostations

I wonder how they still live

The jellyfishes

Jelloed impulses

Everyone is like the other

Seems almost robotic

Everyone is a copy of a copy 

of a copy

And my greates badge

Was not being a copy of a copy

I was someone 

who thought for themselves

But i'm just a copy of a copy 

who thinks its not a copy

ribcage

my bones frail

my frame fragile

everything i'm built up of

is thin and breakable

pieces of porcelain

scattered all over

i'm a closed window

waiting for another stone

to spread my glass splints

all around town

the smallest disturbance

shake of the table

knocks my cup over

i spill into splits

hide the floor 

under layers of

skin

bones

gore

consequences of 

a mental nuclear war

i use my sharp points

needles of blood 

arrows of bone

to pierce anyone that reaches out

gathers my flesh

helps me heal some

no matter how many times

you throw my pounding heart 

back into my rib cage

it rolls right out 

feels safest on the ground

between rotting leaves

slugs

and slippery cobblestones

my heart

no longer beating

would pound to the same rhythm 

melodies of united suffering

we are lost

and no one knows 

what the fuck they're doing

the hymn of a thousand questions

is the only thing

we have in common

decorating

we decorate ourselves

as we decorate space

rooms in our houses and heads

we decorate ourselves 

for love and admiration

am i doing the wrong thing?

we decorate ourselves

as deceased corpses

trying to look happy and alive

though we are decomposing

on the inside

everything living

is a future dead thing

created anew as the sky turns blue

I am no grocery product

No fruit

You can't stamp

Or sticker me up

I am free

To be something 

Confusingly unboxed

Undefinable

What a wonder

To not know what and why

To be free to flow 

With the breeze of every life

And let yourself

Be painted new

As the sky turns blue

And every moring

Be created anew