Long Lasted Light
The pale blue Eyes
Its stuck in sight
It feels Divine

To waste I turn for all to see 
Once again i become free

Its not meant to last
Not a string attached
The fantasy is vast
Put my words in ash


Carry my wings through Bliss
I see light I can’t resist

I Broke my spine for you
I lost my mind For You

Straight from the top I was bound to Fall
Hearing whispers that its all Divine

Div9ne ((Life & death)) HarmonY

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08—Starseed Shit

Realm The Void

we’re not kicking shit but the balls rolling
yeah, she got her chips (eh), but i’m all in
in her solar system, i’m in orbit (yeah)
in her solar system, i’m in orbit (yeah)
keep scrolling
lmfao
yeah, lit trolling

had my first date in a suicide bunker
i hit second base at heaven’s gate
yeah, fuck a phone number
on the third day the lightning
thunder had struck her
she fell back to earth’s surface to run home
love torn asunder
i had extensive debates about unspoken discussions
typing taxonomies of all of the types of the touches
now our corneas playing no type of symphony
no french horn timpani
dissonance rendered vividly
paving up paradise, i’m a parking lot attendee
in this room, domesticating these elephants

we’re not kicking shit but the balls rolling
yeah, she got her chips (eh), but i’m all in
in her solar system, i’m in orbit (yeah)
in her solar system, i’m in orbit (yeah)
keep scrolling
lmfao
yeah, lit trolling (trollface)

musical theater
guys and dolls
jumping through hoops over ten foot poles
starry eyed starlets
i’m searching for a star that glows
resumé full of satisfied skulls (’m a hired gun)
found her typing letters on phones
in an alphabet of her own
vanna white vogue
wheels of fortune running on chrome
leaving alex tribeks for the viewers at home
she asked “why’s everything chrome?”
that’s the only thing i know

she selling these dreams, they still buy ‘em in bulk
raising her prices weekly, they still go and indulge
critics give her advices but she got her results
making her simulation, manicuring her pulse
the lights never come on at this club
bottles getting popped in the crib
we share social security pins
but when a chord hits atonal notes
someone’s getting X’d off lists
exposition to a tragic end
church top 40 singing thee hymns

all about my bitch (yeah), keep scrolling
yeah she got her chips (eh) but i’m all in
we’re not kicking shit, but the balls rolling
in her solar system, i’m in orbit (yeah)
all about my bitch (yeah), keep scrolling
lmfao
yeah, lit trolling
we’re not kicking shit, but the balls rolling
in her solar system, i’m in orbit (yeah)

Orbiters

Buum