Fight it.
Fight it.
Fight it.
Fight it.
Fight it.
Fight it.
Fight it.
Fight it.
Fight it.
Fight it.
Fight it.
Fight it.
Fight it.
Fight it.
STOP!
Are you here to? In this space?
Is this another section of the race?
I can put things here the others shouldn’t face.
But only if you’re in the place.
What the fuck…
This isn’t fucking fun.
It’s actual, it’s real.
It’s not a game, It does not feel the same.
You can’t laugh, you can’t not care.
There is no way to go about this “RIGHT”
If You try to hard it will fall out of sight.
Why don’t I show it? Why hold it inside?
I need to scream it, but I’m afraid they will hide.
They already did, they ran out of sight.
Or did they? How do you know this is right?
The stakes way with it.
Regardless, it’s painful, why struggle through this?
What if I don’t do it, what is it I miss?
Stop fighting, stop trying to hold.
The tighter you grasp, the less will fold.
Just let your palm open, and let it grow.
You know you can do it, so why not just go?
I can’t let it go where it shouldn’t.
It will rot in my hand.
I have to give it soil so it will stand.
Don’t try and convince me, you know that that’s true.
Of course, but it’s already there, you’re just not looking back.
You planted it already, how could you forget?
You’re just stoping the light, and for that it will die.
You’re not trying, you’re failing.
Get out of your head, it’s not just you anymore.
Don’t tell yourself lies.
Just to hear yourself cry.
But I’m not…
OR ARE YOU? LISTEN TO ME. I’M SHOWING YOU THE FUTURE, I’M HELPING YOU BE.
If you don’t follow my lead, you will die. And I will laugh, as you will cry.
It’s a coaster ride that ends in the stars.
A spoon dug pit, filling with magma.
A paradrop from a million feet.
It’s rough and it’s hard, but don’t abandon me.
In the end (which is near), I will be well without fear.
I will be where I’m going, and it’s very near here.
It’ll be quite the trip, but lets let it rip.
Successful, At the end, we will cheer.
Of course there is going to be problems.
There are problems with everything.
Bullet in the brain
Can’t feel the pain
Blood falls like rain
Body gives it shade
The corpse hits the ground
No life can be found
Smile stretches round
Now I have seen brains.
My heart pumps.
His body slumps.
My soul jumps
As I start to pray
It’s better this way
A brand new day
Uprooting the stump.
Caffine Addiction.
Does not mix well with boredom.
Only option; sleep.
