Aye shitty things i write

My mind wonders somewhere you will never know

Intoxicated by the moon, mocking me in the sky

 I dare to reach the moon, to walk the narrow crack down the pavement with no map of the roads.

 I want to take you higher so I have an excuse to take myself to the clouds

Drifting just between death and clarity I search for the dreams that I had the night before

One slip, one miss placed step and I will fall

The clandestine of what I had become will collapse with me as I plummet for the ground

The words that I shared with the stars in venerability where not for discussion in a congregation of people whom had forgot how to live and now worshiped their tedious existence

 I am not sick

 I am the trapezes of the void.  

My fear is masked behind yours

Coated over with filters and makeup