1.

Themes of purification, phenomena and noumena, self-awareness,

lifespan, transcendence, dystopian/utopian, femme fatale,
language and signifying, entropy, impermanence.
2. Conceptual and romantic tangents.

Awareness (the self, and others):

I have slit myself open and let myself mark my existence. Please
remember I was here.
These heightened feelings are the purest truths yet I fear theyre being
lined up at the firing line already.
I wish I could peel off this phenomenal layer and slip into the noumenal
deep.
Shouting at echoes that no one made.
For too long have we shut ourselves in.
I fear nights like these where my animated darkness comes to me.
I knew my swansong all along.
I feel these are some kind of warning to my future self.
Blown apart by the sun I face my demons, no one ever said how quick itd
be over.
Im self-inflicting the dystopian stare, dopamine armour for the final drama
/ act.
It crushes me down and down like a burden but I cant imagine life without
it now.
I work and work to get to the core of you only to find your nothing but a
veil yourself.
If you seek hope, youll only find it on your own.
Let me fade away and let me try someone else on for size.

Parents/Ancestry:
Were always fraying our own timeline, no wonder our pasts are always
faint and worn.
All the years, the grain has cleared, now we can start again.
In patchwork formation, we carry on.
Only after time sailing with my parents did I realise they were on their own
separate voyage.
Our sails have changed, my destination is different from theirs. It is all up
to you now.
They know youll be on your own so they give you all they knew, even if
there would be nothing of them left at the end.
Self-sacrificial rubble.

Language:
When you go on a journey, never seek the end.
My words form lexiconic piles, dissonant shavings of my internal
screaming phonics.
Only does everything on this level seem so clear, but then you are riding
in the wrong direction. You feel youre getting close but was it from the
right start location? You even remember what it was like before? You forgot
to notice your hand doesnt brush across the page like it used to before.
The more you explore, what you knew exists there no more.
 Im stuck clambering this linguistic rock.
Crawling through these words, finding nothing but myself carrying on.
Tangent pon tangent, clambering for the best response through a game of
trial and error.
This lack of clarity will leave you meandering a lack of understanding, but I
digress.

These written words ought to be theatre show lights in a dystopian

cinema.
The worlds already fucked, kiddo! Why dont you come inside take a seat?
The films about to start!
Words, people, our very DNA and language can be ripped apart and
rewritten, a self-improving algorithm.

She (Femme fatale?):

Shes overwhelming me yet I cant feel anything else around me.
I can see you hiding within your fear. / I can see you hiding in your own
wound.
Hide within your own injury.
Pain = Pleasure, Pleasure = Pain. Set to loop all over again.
Over and over and over again.
You twist my face to see you but unfortunately for you the dagger is ready
in my hands.
You cancerous fuck!
After all this time I still dont know whose hurting who?
I leave you unwanted tokens, rejected from your perceptual cells.
Her vocal claws scraped against my ears once again, tugging on the ball
and chain to my ego.
As you distract me by showing me your microscope vision, you slip into
something a little bit more evil.
You take them back for a refund but now all this time later the product has
become an entirely different one.
She calms you with fear.
I see you, barely through this tainted glass, but your ephemeral
impression is just enough.
Your vicious words snap with a cabaret stab.
As you move about, my head feels the strain of your/my ball and chain.
I need to get lost if I am to find you.
I want to go through the pain of immortalising you; let me drench you in
my sentimentality.
We were never meant for antigravity.
Remember you were always the best for me then, so please dont take this
personally.
Were snapped, walking along different planes of life but weve practiced
too well to lose our balance.
Im clinging onto your evaporating memory, only to fall and collapse onto
the ground.
Im trying to intercept you yet youve gone way beyond the horizon.
 No wonder youre so quiet, rewarding those who get down onto your level,
finally brought up above all others. Dancing together alone in the dark, to
finally find another, not like the others.

Life and the Body:

This fleshy, wet, and oozing brain actualises numbers, systems, in abstract
thought; what is fluid is rigid, fraudulent genetics.
Pushed to the end of my existence with more of these dopamine
revelations, stuck to know forever where the walls lie beyond the mist.
I feel I cant grab you all through these oppressive strands.
Stretching across the universe to grab your hand.
Let me just rip up the volume and let it eat my head away, I wont take it
anymore!
Everyone always has to bring you down.
We never go far enough.
Sustain me long enough to hear me sing.

Address the audience (Awareness Part 2):

Never wake me from this chemical bed.
Let me just implode for the minute.
All to wake up and forget it never happened.
These pages need their own crime scene tent.
I have revealed to you that were all on a suicide run, so you might as well
enjoy the ride.
Even if you die of old age, it still counts as suicide.
We plug ourselves in yet it never prevents draining of our bodily
batteries.
Youre all irrelevant in the grand scheme of things so I will project myself
out of here for I now seek refuge in the void.
Once in a while, we all need that little push.
The best place I want to be comes crushing down beyond my feet, leaving
me behind once again.
Ladies and gentlemen, now you know what its like to be me.
Ive made my run and my job is done, leaving you the clouded gems.
Theyll leave you puzzled but if you crack them open, youll never get back
what you had.
Theyre marching on ahead of me already, falling behind before we even
begun.
We always try to make things work but all we are all just rusty cogs in the
end.
Dont change what you cant; rust, fade, and chip for it will fuse you two
together. I may remain a chipped layer so help me not to flake so fast.
All I meant is for future generations to just leave a message.
It all just doesnt last long enough!
Day after day, lapse after lapse, we never achieved what we wanted.
Never let it get younever you.
I write this as a final message, drifting from the pen as I finish my last
sentence.
 And so castles, made of sand
Oh, well sentimentalise any old shit.
We grow sentimentality over objects cos we already know whats coming
is lonely one.
We already know bonding with people only makes it worse because it may
not last as long as one would hope.
People just need to shut up and listen to the ether. The siren. Shes
callingyou better pick up.