i feel
like
a seal,
and as i
peel,
i kill any
hope i had left
i’m a mess
cannot rest.
but wait…
ooo now
im an eel,
this is surreal.
im teal;
chameleon.
im shiny,
now im alien
and neon.

technology.
pyschology.
upsets the
microbiology,
everywhere, always,
it does what she says.
mother nature –
i hate ya,
and i love ya
all the same.
in this game
ive been tamed,
maimed and renamed.
now im K,
feng shui,
let it be made.

thats reality,
totality,
sporadically
a god damn
parody.
it never ends,
with all its twists
and all its bends.
back to sender
it sends
and normality
blends
into pitiful
pieces
and with that
it releases.
releases..
releases…
it releases
all it’s
leases.

…

is life really real?

…

real life,
died twice,
i brandish
my sycthe.
it’s tough
and hard;
although still
soft but
strife.

reap the seeds
that were sown
and become
regrown.
on your own,
you’ve got this,
soon you’ll have
bliss.