Okay, so lately I've just been dropping in, dropping poetry, and dropping out. Why break a good habit? This is more of a song though. Or actually songs. That's plural. Because there's two of them.

Human Alien

Everything is different, nothing is the same/no one cares about you, and no one knows your name/burning lungs set ablaze by loose tongues/the memories only pretty when it burns

human alien
no one really cares
human alien
everyone stares
human alien

seven billion enemies, a true army of one/unfulfilled desires, and another life comes undone/passive fires, sparked by aggressive liars/its okay/you'll have your day/ under the sun

human alien


Surrender the Night

a plane we can't attain to/ a place we dare not be/a dread no one will admit to/a fear not meant for me/glaciers replace warm desires/numbness creeeps up on me

in this dead revival
we're so bent on survival
sacrifice what's right
give up the good fight
and. . .
surrender the night

a cold blank slate buried deep in the snow/a heart filled with hate, until it grows cold/this is my own sorrow/I can beg or borrow/but its not right

in this dead revival
we're so bent on survival
sacrifice what's right
give up the good fight
and . . .
surrender the night

That's all I got for you for now ladies and gents. Love peace and nappyness.