looking for you in all the wrong places
i hear your footsteps in my happiest dreams
if you knew me you'd think i'm poetry
can i hold on longer? how do you?
i'm okay with letting people see my work now
let them read, dont care how
or what they think about my insides
if i were to puke on them
i would let them know somehow
i'd give them some time
before the final countdown
success isn't only this
i suppose i crash systems everytime i hear it
glasses shatter in the making, too
in the end you do need atp for anabolism
i dont want to do anything
dont wanna act accordingly to your plans
ain't i destined to be alone?
isn't that why you put me here for?
i build my system, open it to threats
you can't hack it if you don't have access
[detected undefined virus]
delete all data, transport the disk
have never been here nor ever will
04.06.22
YOU ARE READING
my poems
Poetryhonestly, life only seems like a theatre of one distracting itself from everything to care about.
