Cloud 1001

January 7, 2018

I started so much but never finished, head bobbing to whatever treasure had the shiniest glimmer
I have a 10 second attention span, depending on how fast the broadband
The loop never stops, the days only repeat, love may be dead, but look at how that baby sleeps
“Those issues are too mature for someone of your age.”
“You don’t know who you are, you're barely fifteen!”
Jumping higher and higher and higher still, crying whenever I try to look down
My body is simply a vessel for a mind and a soul;
I guess all those violent songs really did take their toll
The mortal ones becoming gods of their own pocket worlds; even thoughts now being transferred into data; even god and the angels becoming electric
I know what I’m doing is turning me into a self-destructive bomb, is it wrong if I don’t want to stop
I love to feel fear, I love to see my own blood, I love songs about things so f***ed up
A series of zeros and ones have reprogrammed my very being and thoughts
I never claimed I could sing, I never claimed I could write, yet I’ll become a sensation overnight
The numb feeling of the cold is the only thing reminding me I’m still alive
I take pride in knowing that I’m engulfed in the fake world Hollywood is stuffing down my throat
Just please don’t pull my plug and shut it all down






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