Any meaning comes from the mind
A person, place or time
Painting, belonging or song
How one values a dollar
Many people will tell you
Some holding as much evidence as a scene of a criminal investigation
Do you not see the beauty in it?
It is still up to you to believe them!
And the way that you perceive the situation is entirely weighted on your shoulders
I must say it sounds easily done although on the contrary, us as beings are the only ones who find it quite the difficult task to perform.
We forlorn to create and make; a few give, most take. So simple turned complex, seeking convenience by great measures.
I for one think the microwave has links to your brain; to why you think the way you do, instant gratitude.
Instead of any attempt to adapt or adjust, humans try to fix and cover up
Weak minded creatures we are, similar to the theory of Jigsaw*
The difference between reflex and instinct? It sure does make you think
I live in my own world for if not I would be in another's.

Her elbows rest upon a window pane whilst a longing face reflects in the tinted glass
Intensified drops pitter patter echoes from their weight when crashing into and within every surface
Take away the surplus and our time is still terribly spent, although for the most part we tend to spend it well.

I listen to hardheaded echoes
Most are disturbed by the haunting cackles
What we have been bred to believe is quite unfathomable
Yet proceed to feed as the elitest of chapels
Begin to unwind my theory of string
Followers may be all I need

Your voice rests inside of my head
A bell rings in my ear
Mumbled jumble of sorcery
None of which is clear
Yet somehow I find a trust for you
As if your love has always been near
But I have realized you are none other
Than the rest of men I hold dear
So whilst you lay in your garden
As you wait for me to approach
Broach of all that was evil is now a slit your throat
For every flail cuts deeper
Expelled by a choke
Protruding man-spoken boundaries hold such a feminine note

You are a believer of dreamers
Within your eyes I see
A beautiful spiderweb sewn out of ugly
With your branches I may bloom
Arachnid bred by attitude
That I spin is what you see
Thou that treasures immortality
Is for whom I choose to bleed

Provider of doubt
Pre-scarer of many
The ***** in you hides inside of your *****
The ***** in me prefers problematic
Insecurities prove self-Satanic
Blood I bleed is that of a hopeless romantic
Society full of timeless encounters
In my dreams I see visions and fathoms
The air I breathe is a wicked enchantment
What you see I hope is a reminder of me

The earth is spinning and I am not even high
Self-culprit of my own demise
Time passes faster it is flying by
My devil is attempting to hitch a ride
Merry-go-round of ups and downs
Sigh of relief postmarks a frown
When I am around such a peculiar essence
Slightly griping evanescence
Intoxicated blob caused by snobs
Our ideas are objects robbed
Belittle my truth and hide my lies
Or you too will feel my demise