ulterior proprioceptive allegory

misanthropic philanthropy prolongs without providing
mob mentality mastication mars objectivity
parallel pseudonymity prevents nothing
facetiously formulaic in function

from this angle

this is so foreign
this is so comfortable
draining light
you are perfection
arms outstretched
I am your shield
fingers tangle and
we find each other again

it's only for the moment
draining light
pulls us back from us
back to routine
back to normal
back to nothing

professional equivocation

and this stoicism lingers on
once can ruin everything you have
second chances are validations

the shortest distance

the hypocritical evangelist
preaching what he can't practice
it only takes a temporary lapse
there is no time there is no space
everything that has happened is happening and will happen
you cannot go back and you cannot go forward
there is only the now

reactionary enlightenment

need to find a way back
this has brought me lower than I thought possible
every day a fading reminder
looking for answers elsewhere has proven fatal
this is all a waste. this is not me.
everything makes sense now, every question of existence is rooted in this
we've had our chances and made our choices
if only we'd listen to ourselves

the slightest illustrative concept

even though I shouldn't, I do
even though I can, I don't
even though I know, I deny

even though I shouldn't, I do

this is your truth

we are the consensus of others
walking dissimilates
ego-centric self-defense facades

we are the conscription of others
prescribed guilt fuels the machine
clockwork cyclical fear-mongering

we are the consumption of others
the end with invisible means
values substituted for (blood) materialism

we are the confinement of others
fitting lives into packaging
with artificial expiration dates