static

wip.

proof (to myself) that I can make music without being stoned
words are the next challenge, working on it

remember this track whenever you think you can't do it.

I think it's almost ready.. not quite.

there's a darkness
in your mind
let me help you
let me try.

darkness/help u [preview]

still a bit wippy, probs sucks.. but meh
I made art, too
re-upped cos it was a bit quiet.

what am I supposed to do? should I leave? tell me.

flight

music is just something quickly put together to listen to against words - very unfinished..

I _was_ going to remove this, but... fuck it.

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loyalty / an apology

you would if you could,
let's not pretend otherwise.
what you've found feels like fate
a mirror image, in thoughts and mind,
no lies.

but you hide in your hood,
allow the time to pass us by.
you drown in a state
that's so hard to identify

get mashed up, 
stop the hurt returning
try to forget,
that the girl is yearning
then you -
play your victim card
begin your mental burning.
sessions so powerful
that you feel the quit returning
no, not that quit - the other one.
the time stands still,
thoughts don't exist..
one.

you even know you can post this
and no-one would ever notice
not those that matter
not those that chatter
those, supposed, loved ones
those 'ask you how you are' ones.
no-ones.
you could be as transparent
as the air you breathe
the stuff you use to seethe -
wasting every breath, hourly
the only one that would ever notice
is the forbidden fruit
of the fabled tree.

you see, I can't solve this
it's outside of, and beyond me
as I cannot hurt a soul
even if the opportunity presents itself, 
so readily.
even if I don't practice faith -
but, u-turn ideologically 'cos of fate
I, still, cannot hurt a soul

and if I am hurting another soul
then please just let me know
as I cannot keep doing it -
I'll just go...
back, to the state at which, I'm pro:
hiding, whilst avoiding the show.

but just know..
that he knows -
he felt it, 
deep, inside of his bones
and there's not much she could say
to cost herself the throne
and, of course,
that he's sorry
for all and any woes.

the connection is there,
it's just froze -
like the seed of a tree
without the conditions for growth.

loyalty

for what was once alive, is now ded.
as for life itself, it's merely a turing test.

retired.

she

ded. pixül.

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