l.y.monster and poetry

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I'm a password generator creating the grey wall before Uppercasing for confidence feeling Meanings mixing to get confused Can drop a colon to get you wrong

I'm a password generator Figures included when you need more I slash long words to press hash Avoiding empty short blank trash I'm just a sample of random life

I create Then I forget I recreate Then duplicate

Fix it before growing old

What's inside you won't disappear You know it's growing too

Each feast feeds the beast

Stronger and always bigger Taking a new slice of you

every day and every night

Something inside gets petrified Gosh, Bewegung is the key I can't stare at the core pain I walk and feel again until forgetting where it is Shape lines and outside bones underfeet for pulling soils this endless push and drag goes without rest across skins

I told them it was madness

But they laughed at me

Big mouth and big hunger

For mirage called money

I was right, my loneliness

Reminds me of it every

Day, night, summer, winter

Now I’m the stray one

I told them about life

Heat, ice, field, end of all

But money, benefits, power

These words were never off their lips

Now in my hand, only a knife

Such an empty fall

I could smile, but I feel anger

Starving, looking for seeds

The prophet of doom is struggling

Damned, Big Heads were deaf

We were millions of Cassandra

Still happy and safe

Our pretty end straight ahead

We burned, wasted everything

Dancing around the bonfire

Party poopers were muzzled

That was EVOLUTION

God I was stiff ‘bout dancing

But today I should send them a note

“Guys, you’re gone I’m puzzled,

We laughed but actually,

We are Midnight’s children

Born at the same hour

To hang around and stray

On the same earth

When we meet each other

During gloomy days

Pain and sympathy given

As a bloody link

We are already dead

Hope doesn’t mean anything

Well, a first song, we’re Midnight’s children

Speaking by telepathy

Knowing where you are,

Separated by gates

And walls, but guess,

We know where you are

Bloody chains

Magical children

We’re so young to die

We’ll maybe

Change the world, once

Or never

Can’t switch off

The lack of

Black out / Inside, out

Lock the glass door

And try to switch off

The lack of

From and to

You’re now both of two

Miss the words

Burn it or

Implode cause of

Not sharp enough

I would hardly wait

We haven't seen you lately

Deadly dull party

They loudly complained about the creepy music

I didn't understand you rightly

My pockets were full of hope.