Tonight It Is Sunny in Hell

Maybe I've already put my whole soul into words. It's ok not to read them, I know I used to be good. I don't know what's keeping me here on Earth and I never knew. I'll just watch what is left to slow burn. But sometimes it hurts.

I still pass by reality, I'll never learn at this point how to be normal enough, I can't answer why sometimes I try. I stopped crying, stopped hoping and I mostly enjoy being able to take this obsenity of a ride.

Maybe I've already put my whole soul into words. It's ok not to read them, I know I used to be good. I don't know what's keeping me here on Earth and I never knew. I'll just watch what is left to slow burn. But sometimes it hurts.

I still pass by reality, I'll never learn at this point how to be normal enough, I can't answer why sometimes I try. I stopped crying, stopped hoping and I mostly enjoy being able to take this obsenity of a ride.

Every now and ever so often

I stop writing as if I knew

how to live in reality,

you know… like people do.

The truth is for better or worse

I haven’t been able to learn the trick.

It’d be funny if it didn’t happen to be

so schizophrenically neat.

The moon’s rising over the gloomy trees.

One step away from falling

I keep balancing in between the dreams

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