wandering-alone-in-space

[wandering-alone-in-space]

If I unzipped your skin would maggots fallout?

If I unzipped your skin would maggots fall out?

Pile onto the floor 

Proving without a doubt

You're the monster I've painted you as in my head.

If I unzipped my skin would flowers sprout?

declaring my soul clean and beautiful

It's time I confront what all of this is about

You hurt me , cut my chest open 

With words like jagged glass

Pulled out my heart

 My well maintained defences were bypassed.

It would be so much easier if you tore off you skin

And an alien were in your place

I could hate you without guilt

If you were from outer space.

If I rezipped my chest let the opening heal

What about me would it reveal?

Maggots is about someone who has recently broken things off with someone who they used to be close to. They want to see the other person as a monster and themself completely in the right while not entirely false its an over simplified version of events and they know that its just so much easier to think that way then confront the things they did wrong in the relationship.

[wandering-alone-in-space]

Hit movie ‘perfect life’ staring me as myself and I

Watch me play the ‘self’ I've manufactured

Nothing less than perfection nowadays.

Smile for the camera 

The flashing lights drive me to insanity

But crazy isn’t profitable nowadays.

I perpetuate the cycle

Not her but the me that I've buried away

old habits die hard can’t change my ways

I was nobody back in those days.

I chase the hand that bites me

In hopes of finally having my fill

But I’ll never be satisfied

So I still fake it all.

To whom do I owe the real and authentic me?

My ego can’t take the blow 

So I’m afraid you’ll never know

A trade secret 

Hit movie ‘perfect life’ staring me as myself and I follows a actress who replaced her true personality in hopes of finding greater success

[wandering-alone-in-space]

world enders dilemma

My clock in hand

Without a word I leave him abandoned 

Where my heart should be there's a hole

It doesn’t matter in the end nothing personal 

I’m on a trip with no return flight

After everything he’s filled with Spite 

It never meant anything to me

I proclaim with glee

The world keeps on moving no matter what

I don’t care , I'm functionally a robot.

The flowers crumble and wilt in my hands

All part of the plan

I’m just a man

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My clock in hand

I tried my best to explain to help him understand

Where my heart should be there's a hole

I left it with him , that troublesome heart he stole

I’m on a trip with no return flight

I don’t understand why you still love me , it would be some much easier for me if you put up a fight

It never meant anything!

Please I need you to hate me I scream desperately 

The world keeps on moving no matter what

I don’t know why I care so much , did he reprogram my brain or what

The flowers crumble and wilt in my hands

This isn’t what I planned but that's the past it's over time moves with the sand

I’m just a ticking time bomb , he loved me and it meant the world but the world will be gone soon

world enders dilemma follows a young boy created to the end the world who falls in love with another boy. As the worlds end gets closer and closer the world ender desperately wants the other boy to hate him it would make it so much easier but instead he continues to love and understand the world ender so the world ender re-writes the events in his mind to deal with the fact he doesn’t want the world to end.

[wandering-alone-in-space]

Trying to find a way to walk on in a world of glass

I find myself lost in a world of glass

I look around at the sculptures as I pass

They’re perfect , the light reflects off their polished surface

They’re twisted into familiar shapes but the meaning is lost on me

I swear they watch me but its just my own gaze reflected back

I was never cut out for this sort of thing 

Abstract in fact it's enough to give me a heart attack 

Can’t we just go back to a world of white and black

The mental chess is to much for me to keep track

A prison of prism

The meaning refracts

I could break them so easily.

I miss a step and the fragile ground below me breaks.

They’re a mystery to me 

They stand on display 

While I’m tumbling through this museum 

Fighting a losing battle in this conversational colosseum

I want to see the thoughts they hide beneath the surface 

But I stare right through

Its like I can’t even see you

I never know what to do

I don’t want to shatter the world around me

The glass is tinted rose

Only fitting I suppose 

A incoherent fool I’ll soon be exposed 

This poem is about someone who feels like they can’t say what they feel at risk of hurting the people around them. They feel like they can’t understand the people around them as if they were abstract glass sculptures.