Run away Sleep, Run away hearts
walk on by, walk to the dark.
If you are mine. And mine alone.
May you see peace, from idols you sow.

"Honey, I wanna tell you something magical
But I know you and I are doomed from the start

never mind that it's been going on since we were born,
all of that is just an exercise in futility,

but when i see that lonely face, I can't help but cry,
Because I know I'd like to see you smile,

but honey, you and both know, it's just a lie."

//

Walk through the dream impetus.
A foggy street light shines on the wickedness
a profound thought as big as Hegel's synthesis,
shot against the vectors that visit us.
First chapter is the never ending bi-line.
The christ gave up and started watching prime time.
Went to the thrift store and sipping Mai-tai's.
Let me cut to the chase, what a waste of time.

Hear the whale call of misheard elation.
An abstract dance that ends with a libation.
Take out the one active ingredient the one true argument,
the thing of impartation.
And if you had to understand the futility,
the task is impossible, built for surreality.
It's okay to lay your forehead down,
and curl up despair, tranquility.

Twisted, the mentality gets whisked in.
Fall down twice and then get fisted.
I'm not looking for some cryptid,
some imaginary thought, some hateful inscription.
"Get a tattoo and start a whole riot,"
your dialectic sounds like a cuckholds diet.
you think thoughts, but you're still not trying.
Wage slave thought fill your noggin with dying.

Whisk out, misted to the myth spout.
Another day I'll be bones or a skeleton,
further egos died against burning gelatin.
I'll never understand the concept of Benjamins.
Another day and another mother reborn,
psychoanalyze the cycles of the return.
I know status is a certian kind of hypocrite,
but what do I care, it's all bullshit.

I guess really no greater formal lesson.
oh wait I lied, it's you're fucking up my session.
with all this talk of enigma,
you come across as pig farm, made for the stigma.
Maybe this time you'll really stop parodying
the illogical embarrassing fucking hysterically
unmet notions of the stupidity. or fuck it.
you've already chosen sterility.

//

I know I call out your name.
I see through.
The tears and the pain.

Maybe it won't be so bad.
If I could only hold your hand.

Or maybe I've seen you in a dream.
Fighting demons, the sun shines upon thee.

I never wanted you, I never wanted me.
Baby you just gotta see what you're going through.
Whatcha going through?