#OREO. [Only Real Emotions Overflow]

Thoughts matching the pigment of the midnight sky

Anger craving my flesh 

Like the needle craving the sensation of caressing a vein

Pain in the eyes of shaded angels

But you heard this story before

You walked on this unfamiliar gravel before 

It hurts when looks really do start to kill 

& your body count increases from the very gaze of the world

Can you see a point when the graphite is broken 

& you're afraid to be lead into a space of pure freedom?

Never given what we asked because what we ask is not what we want & what we want is already what we have 

Greed bites at our fingertips 

The nervous acts of having what we can not afford 

With the lack of funds in our memory bank.

Personal growth is public separation 

In a saddle of voices we sit hoarse

Letting life wrangle us like horses 

My nose runs

my eyes bleed 

my senses corrupted by all this weed

my heart cold

my veins drained 

but this is the life we all lead........

So what's our purpose

To allow an illusion to eat at our core?

As our knees bruise & cause health issues over time as we explain our issues to a God of with no remorse of creating sin 

What's our purpose to wonder why we can't see wind, when the beauty of life gasping & releasing what we do not comprehend 

But see the death of a love one on the floor or couch 

& only comforting words we have are it was there time because even we can't wrap our mind around why it had to be them.

My purpose is self inflicted 

Acknowledged by my own observation 

See I've never finished a task but I will finish life & I've never been out the country but my mind has taken flight

My existence is non existent in someones mind if I don't present them with my presence

& that scares me because I'm really not alive in the figment of everyones imagination

Just a moment of time froze like a picture taken. -Booga