Synthetic function,
Push Downward to keep going on
Bitter Solution

How to apologise
Im sorry for being sorry
Forget to Forgive

cobwebs in corners
books in neat piles, still unread
outside there's just rain

Stuck not able to sleep
How do I turn myself off
You press the buttons

forming fists in fear
of my potential, theory
dictates I will fail

Caught off guard by a
smile, for a blissful moment
i forgot who you are

trying to create
blame the subject material
working with blunt tools

all victories are pyhric
all of me needs all of this
all comedy is cruel

hurry up. left behind
not understanding the change
this is such a rush

journeys end, staring
waiting for the last train back
wondering what if

If you like I could,
stay just one minute longer
What does that change though?

I am weak it seems
and must have a God even
if he is not real