Are we obliged to lie, to pretend, to show the sight? Standing on the edges of hell, shall we fall, or embrace the flame? Either way, we burn. Choices are never made. you take a devil's breath to stand in this old yard of men, on standards they were built. Why do we have to pretend? To show, to scream, to get. Why do we have to pretend? To be, to dress, to fit. Why do we have to pretend? Why can't humble be enough? Why do we have to pretend? To steal a soul of steel, to burn and call it gain. I'm scared. I want to be me. But who am I to be? Am I the one you see? I'm scared of you to judge, the words that once held it all. I don't scream for you to hear but who the fuck sees? The beauty everyone carries why can't it be seen? Why do we have to pretend? Is it so hard to get? Open the rims of your face, hear what I've shouted for years. Why do we have to pretend? You bypass till we burst, forcing us to be someone you love. Maybe then you'll see see the world you built. And now you ask: is that me? Should I keep lying, or keep the one you seek? Why do we have to live with a stolen soul you took? Is that me, I asked. Thoughts rip through my brain. No, it's mine. If it's broken, it's still mine. Because I am a strewn man. Look what you've made. Who am I, I asked. I don't know, I replied.

after a rainy day, my hands found the paper. the pencil moved, my eyes began to see. see and write, in a never-ending way. i told the moon: come, close my mind. the crowded mind became an empty sky, ready to fly. ignite the engine, let's go hide. just take a step for life, kill the thought, restart the night. afraid of me, i called the sky. on my knees, letting it inside. my heart ended. the clock stopped. they wrote the time. and i walked into the white land. nothing left prepared to say. just terrified.

can't leave yet, can't stay the urge to reprieve is the golden winner of this seed the seed we built by our deeds. deeds are mistakes that won't let us proceed, proceed toward what is meant to be. be the stone that never creaks. creak is the sound of us when we scream, screaming high as if the core could hear, hear what we shut our eyes to see. see nothing as if sight itself could flee. flee, the last words to the twigs of my tree.

I saw the fear the fear of losing, the fear of hearing, a frozen tree reminding me to shrink, while the urge to hold on pulled me near. Forgiveness was the only cure. An era when eyes widened, when truth refused to hide, when voices spoke of meaning some understood, but few felt the weight. We shut our ears, our eyes, just to survive. Mocking those sins, yet never naming the hands that shaped them. Doubting even what is seen denial stronger than belief. Facts that were never told. Some drew closer, but many wandered too far to return. A liar as Disney was, no story ends in light. No happy ending waits for you, my dear.

are you trying to act blind, to fuse the poison around do you call this a world? look around. decide. you stacked the stones, lids to your own eyes. and now you're seeking to define what you've already sacrificed.

from ear to ear the mask sits still I'd like to breathe without the stitch in my ribs to learn the warmth they speak of but seldom hold is it so hard to lift? what of the salt I've spent? prayers go out and fold back in the room does not rearrange the clock keeps one note let the echoes stop the corridor loops on itself I think of leaving the page blank yet, God, I'd stay to catch a glint do You hear the rain inside my throat? this ache, this ache let it loosen I wasn't shaped for such storms

feeling the ugliest i’ve ever felt i can’t get dragged down again i was sober for too long now i can’t avow the ache i sense i thought it was real, as i always did i don’t wanna obtain the victim’s mindset though darkness is all around my head i’m too stupid for this world maybe it’s a sign from god maybe i should get my ass up maybe i should be better, do better i tried, god i tried none in my hands it’s not always what it looks feeling the ugliest i’ve ever felt i whispered my love maybe it’s me in the end maybe i am the problem feeling the ugliest i’ve ever felt cause i got your eyes away from me i told you, you weren’t listening i don’t get this life it’s harder than it seems yes it’s true but you weren’t none of you is feeling the ugliest i’ve ever felt.

The pawn reached the border. But he had to sacrifice the rook, the bishop, the queen, and every other pawn. Now he sits as a king, living only on those sacrifices and with them, a memory half-erased, scarred by the trauma he poured upon himself. He thought he would be a king just by moving forward, crushing everything before him. But when the pawn reached the edge, he faced the truth: a pawn can never be a king. He sat alone in the majestic chair, wishing to level up. The other pawns had risen, now they watch from far away, staring at the aura he trapped himself in. He cannot even define whom he is. The knight stood to protect his friend. He came closer but he could not recognize the creation in front of him. The knight flipped the table and chose to start a new game. The greedy pawn ran the other way. He erased everything and kept running. He met another pawn. But this pawn was lonely. He needed friends. Time passed. Fate dragged him under the mercy of the new pawn. And he was sad, because he still wanted to run. But what he couldn't see you can run, but you can never hide.