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Roman Jun 2018
Four white walls, one straight noise
Artificial girls always pick on the boys
Four worlds out, one world in
Four is more if one is gone and none begins to spin
You are me and I am you
And I'm with us that orbit you
Stare and glare don't weep and moan
To no surprise you've wet your eyes and now deserve a throne
I will walk away alone
I would put my hands together, knee to ground to knee
But with so many Gods, and so many streets, how can one God bleed?
I believe in me
Imaginary crickets - they sit on swings and kick their legs
They watch and wait for me to wake and chirp throughout my day
I stand tall - a thousand craters in my hands
For what they've done is dark and bland - attempt to understand
I am only a man
Sarcastic spies hold eyes that lie and lips that follow suit
Tongues will roll but karma's bold - enough to come back through
I see your cuts and scabs construed but souls, they do not bruise
It's very cold when past is present and future is bad news
I wish I had some food
I am hungrier than you
A very lonely time in my life. Written roughly 10 years ago.
Roman Jun 2018
I unconventionally condescend to a bitter result daily

I wake and conspire a conclusion for faith

Placed at attention are my facts; I have few

Till Quaint Malaise fades, there's nothing called new

Though outcomes occur, a fortune seems scarce

I'll hope it's oblique and my scruples are lies

To condole for oneself is to wish conscientious disdain
Roman Jun 2018
Ignoring most the heart-held hate
I kiss her face and love the taste
Beholding hands that **** and won't
Love is just a subtle loan
Inside the skies lies endless cries
Music comes and music dies
Infants grow just like mistakes
Reverse the age and compensate
Futuristic toolsheds that **** the men and take their bread
Pouring blood and tears and sweat, do we complain when we get fed?
Ask acrylic paint to see
A beautiful picture with beautiful trees
With beautiful water on beautiful seas
On a beautiful day with a beautiful breeze
Now ask that same paint to bleed
For the endless death and haunting screams
For broken hearts and shattered dreams
For all false notions between the seams
This is the world of reality

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