See you, Space Cowboy

I’ll be waiting for you there
Across space
Across time
I won’t stop waiting
I’ll be there

I’d leave Mars; I’d do it fast,
But it’s already too late for that.

Angel from the underworld
Devil from paradise
You’ve become my favorite vice.

It casts it’s eye upon us gently and then guides us into infinity

bursting

theres a sadness welling inside of me that disguises itself as apathy.
I always remember that I can never truly trust.
every ounce of unabashed love I’ve ever harbored has begun to rust.
I’m covered in dust that I brush off by laughter, but I’m unable to reach the ever-darkening corners in the room that is my consciousness.. that continues to spread as if it were mold. It eats at me gradually, leaving a residual pain accompanied with every fond memory.
is it maniacal laughter or an attempt to stuff away the pain?
Is it silliness or is it an escape?

look what you made me do

Forever scathingly searching for content to fill the vapid hole that is your existence.
you live by the adage that bliss is ignorance.

The devil’s in the details, you know all too well.
Just gotta keep it moving, better not dwell.

you’ve created your own personal hell.
but you’re ego only allows you to tell yourself you’re doing well.
The ship to stability has long since sailed.

turning pages

Someone could be a chapter in your life while you’re a footnote in theirs. It’s nothing to feel hurt or weak about, it’s purely a projection of how they undervalued you, took you for granted, and speaks largely about their character. You are worth the world, and if you felt strongly enough for someone to make an imprint in your life, they are too emotionally inept to understand how you truly fit into theirs.