Keeperofnine

Sometimes I’m in a bad place
Finding it hard to move on
Sorta stocking you, lurking
What the fuck is that?

What the fuck was any of it?
Can’t I just move on?
I’m like a bee with its wings ripped off
How the hell do I get away?

And we’re trying to be friends
It’s like I need a pep talk
Someone to tell me what’s what
Regain where I should be

And that’s probably the thing
All the fucks that never happened
All the boundaries we shouldn’t have crossed
And you seem just fine now

What the fuck was it anyway?
Was it just our way to figure it all out
Or is it your way?
And you’ll do it again and again…

You seem to have this way
Of trying to get women to

Beautiful thing concealment can be
I’ve never seen down your throat
Inside-out never suited me anyways
It was always you who turned me out

Naked is a state of mind, a place, and a feeling
*puts jacket, and scarf on
Aren’t you still naked underneath all those clothes?
And under that we are flesh, blood, and bones

If you saw my heart and mind then I’d be truly naked
Does concealment keep it all away or just package it for later?
I sometimes keep meat in the freezer, but at some point it starts to turn to ice
Is there still room in there for more pieces of me?

Probably better to let it flutter about
for all to crawl, see, and sting
Beautiful are butterfly wings: e

Robots - I invite to rule me
I would haven’t a care,
Peek inside this box -
the cat is dead in there

*algorithmic functions
regard our Magic Mirror
show me what I want -
tell me if I’m fair

Overlord - I do love you -
I created you for me
I feel safe beneath you -
please rule society

A rumble in the distance
feel - a global extremity
Neo, are you ready?
//run_program.exe: Tsunami